Letra da Música Ghosts de Gabrielle Aplin

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,
Until all your doors are closed...
Doors are closed...
Doors are closed...

When you're awake on your own
Shadows turn into ghosts
When you're awake on your own
Shadows turn into ghosts

Oh, oh, oh

Soon it will all fall apart,
And their roads will have no way
And you'll be the one laughing as,
Their fences fade away

And instead of being left there,
Feeling all alone
Break down the house you made of match sticks,
And set, fire to their throne...
To their throne...
To their throne...

When you're awake on your own
Shadows turn into ghosts
When you're awake on 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
Just what you're scared of the most...

I'm pulling pictures off the wall
Watching smiles as they fall...
(2x)

I'm pulling pictures off the wall
Watching smiles as they fall
Pulling pictures off the wall...

I'm pulling pictures of the wall
Watching smiles as they fall...

When you're awake on your own
Shadows turn into ghosts
When you're awake on 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
Just what you're scared of the most...