Ghost Lit

Ghost Lit - Diagrams

On a ghost lit night

On a ghost lit night

In the morning light

I was baking up bread in the afterglow

Of a long night spent in your motorcade

Of intense red words

And you're drinking hot tea

With your hot shark fin soup

A broken whisky bottle

Is all you've got to show

For losing your control

On oh oh

On a ghost lit night

On a ghost lit night

On a ghost lit night

On a ghost lit fight night

Turn around

We are swimming in milk

For the second time

We are killing ourselves

With the softest smiles

And the motorbike seat

Is a shiny black window to somewhere else

So open up the throttle

And we'll get in the space between the molecules

On oh oh

On oh oh

On oh oh

On oh oh

On a ghost lit night

On a ghost lit night

On a ghost lit night

On a ghost lit fight night

On a ghost lit night

On a ghost lit night

On a ghost lit night

On a ghost lit fight night

On a ghost lit night

On a ghost lit night

On a ghost lit night

On a ghost lit fight night