Lyrics Gregory Alan Isakov – Only Ghosts
Text:
Sleepers in the grave
Oh how we stayed
How you never up and waked
But you hide in your cellars
Brewing thoughts to make you drunk
And you wait for your prophets to come
And you wait for your prophets to come
Look for you
Well I hope they do
So your seeds in the dead
The darkness in bed
And you know only one thing is clear
Only ghosts will be
Only ghosts will be
The hardest to hear
