Ghost - Moritz Jahn, Frische Luft

I’ve been travelling around like a ghost you don’t know

You can’t feel, you can’t follow, smile into the dark

All I wanted was you to go down on me, though

To hear you swallow, a guiding light

But you want everyone around

To get some shiver in your bones

However, I don’t like to be found

In these deepest of holes

Some white old men once said

When all the sails are gone, then we are on the run

We’re on the run

I’ll catch you up

Drake Strait on the wall, you can hear the Southern shores

The wind hollow, towards truth

Fifteen meters high, stop fucking asking when I cry

Nowhere else to run

But you want everyone around

To get some shiver in your bones

However, I don’t like to be found

In these deepest of holes

Some white old men once said

When all the sails are gone, then we are on the run

We’re on the run

I’ll catch you up

You want everyone around

To get some shiver in your bones

However, I don’t like to be found

In these deepest of holes

Some white old men once said

When all the sails are gone then we are on the run

We’re on the run

I’ll catch you up