Ghosts, And The Swing Of Things

I’ve been staying up nights
Talking to the floors
Like some people that I once knew
When I wasn’t quite so poor
They let themselves be sad songs, yeah
They let themselves be sad songs, yeah
I can’t stand the silence
I get off my head
She came to me to unwind
And let it out in bed
She lives her life like sad songs, yeah
She lives her life like sad songs, yeah
Oh, yeah, and so do I
So do I
Yeah, and so do I
So do I
And so do I
So do I
I’ve been staying up nights
Walking through the floor
Now I can see through her eyes
And I don’t speak no more
They treat their lives like sad songs, yeah
They treat their lives like sad songs, yeah
Oh, yeah, and so do I
So do I
Yeah, and so do I
So do I
Oh, and so do I
So do I, I
Oh, and so do I
So do I