Alexander Carson - Ghosts Lyrics

One day i'll grow old
And bigger than these bones
One day i'll grow old
And i'll fill a sudden hole

For once what was lost
Can almost certainly be returned
But once this bodies lost
All my thoughts will be interned

But I still think of you
Even when you don't think of me
And I still drink to you
Cup runeth over these hollow bones

It's like all my thoughts have calcified
Such contentious issues
You're always terribly terrified
It's like my dreams are paper tissue

And I know

There's no such thing as ghosts
But I would take an ethereal host
To talk to you
One last time
And drink your wine

And I know

There's no such thing as ghosts
But I would take an ethereal host
To talk to you
One last time
And drink your wine