Swearin' - Grow Into a Ghost Lyrics
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Grow Into a Ghost
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What Are The Lyrics For Grow Into a Ghost By Swearin'?
Press my head against the glass
Infinitesimal city streets And for a moment I welcome the axiom A transfixing breeze of relief Sailboats littered in the Hudson Today is Saturday Cloudless people in sunglasses The black glitter of New York City I write you ceaselessly and abstracted I hang out with old friends And they unknowingly remind me Of who I was before we met You were somewhere out in the desert You frame the natural light perfectly Will you come back soon and Let me love you completely? I watch you I watch you I watch you I watch you I watch you I watch you I watch you I watch you grow into a ghost While all the desperate people around me Breathe life into objects with certainty The likelihood of death in this very cab I'm in Will be today's undoing All the desperate people just like me Breathe life into objects with certainty The likelihood of death on this corner I'm standing on will be my own undoing I watch you I watch you I watch you I watch you I watch you I watch you I watch you I watch you grow into a ghost I watch you I watch you I watch you I watch you I watch you I watch you I watch you I watch you I watch you I watch you I watch you I watch you I watch you I watch you I watch you I watch you |
Who Wrote Grow Into a Ghost By Swearin'?
Kyle Gilbride, Allison Crutchfield
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What's The Duration Of The Grow Into a Ghost By Swearin'?The duration of Grow Into a Ghost is 3:11 minutes and seconds. |
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