Ghosts

I’m sick and tired of hanging out my window
I’ve learnt from past experience
Rain can’t make flowers grow
Friends don’t stick around
They go which way the wind blows
You’re never safe and sound
'Til all the doors are closed
Doors closed
Doors closed
When you’re awake and your own shadows turn into ghosts
When you’re awake and your own shadows turn into ghosts
Oh, oh
Soon it will all fall apart
And the roads will have no way
And you’ll be the one laughing
As the fences fade away
And instead of being left there
Feeling all alone
Break down the house you made of matchsticks
And set fire to the throne
To the throne
To the throne
When you’re awake and your own shadows turn into ghosts
When you’re awake and your own shadows turn into ghosts
Home becomes what you’re scared of the most
Home becomes what you’re scared of the most
When shadows turn into ghosts
It’s what you’re scared of the most
I’m pulling pictures off the wall, watching smiles as they fall
I’m pulling pictures off the wall, watching smiles as they fall
I’m pulling pictures off the wall, watching smiles as they fall
Pulling pictures off the wall
I’m pulling pictures off the wall, watching smiles as they fall
When you’re awake and your own shadows turn into ghosts
When you’re awake and your own shadows turn into ghosts
Home becomes what you’re scared of the most
Home becomes what you’re scared of the most
When shadows turn into ghosts
It’s what you’re scared of the most