Текст песни Ghosts - Jome

We were driving through the grapevine with a trunk full of our gear
We were listening to Copperline and matching trees with years
And you brought your pillow case
And I got the book on tape
As miles of rolling hills slowly disappear
You said I don't know where I'm going
And I'm still trying to feel like myself
We were ghosts in the city on fire
On our own in the terrible sea
We were ghosts in the city on fire
No I won't worry 'bout you
So don't worry 'bout me
You were crying in the lobby
We were fooled another time
Over dinner, over blackjack
You were looking for a sign
But nothing was in the cards
We had to seal our hearts
As days of empty place folded in the night
You said I don't know where I'm going
And I'm still trying to feel like myself
We were ghosts in the city on fire
On our own in the terrible sea
We were ghosts in the city on fire
No I won't worry 'bout you
So don't you worry 'bout me

We were ghosts in the city on fire
On our own in the terrible sea
We were ghosts in the city on fire
No I won't worry 'bout you
So don't you worry 'bout me
So don't you worry 'bout me
So don't you worry 'bout me