Текст Paul McDonald – Bouquet Of Lies (Ghost In Apt. 8)

A ghost in apartment eight
She likes to stay up late
And she keeps my back up against the wall

If only she talked to me

Oh yeah
If I can get some sleep tonight
Then maybe I can make things right
And I wouldn’t be living with all your ghosts
If only I could shake my head
And forget all the things that you said
Then maybe I’d feel better about lettin’ you go.

You got me fallin’ apart
You got me fallin’ apart

Almost every afternoon?
She never sings in tune
She keeps my head up in the clouds
If only she stayed up late
Like the things in apartment eight
Then maybe I could let go of all these sounds

If I could get some sleep tonight
Then maybe I could make things right
And I wouldn’t be livin’ with all your ghosts
If only I could shake my head
And forget all the things that you said
Then maybe I’d feel better about lettin’ you go

You got me fallin’ apart
You got me fallin’ apart

And I can’t keep on livin’ with all the lights on

Oh yeah

Take me down to the riverside
And walk with me to the bright city lights
And we’re not too close
Cause I’m still afraid of all the times
That you ran away & left me
With a bent up? bouquet of lies

You got me fallin’ apart
You got me fallin’ apart
You got me fallin’ apart
Fallin’ apart