Ghosts - The Presets, Hermitude

Oh, oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh

Oh, oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh

Once I was a very young man

And very young men are none too clever

Sailed across to faraway lands

And faraway towns of tin and terror

Ran amok in a strip called love

Lost my mind in streets of neon

Now I’m comin' on back (Huh!)

Help me up, move right, left foot forward

Oh, we’ve had a merry old time

But merry old times don’t count for nothin'

Cocaine, song and women and wine

Memories blurred and they make me shudder

Bed in the morning, eight, four, five

Couple of days to get my head off

Now I’m comin' on back (Huh!)

Help me up, move right, left foot forward

To go, go, go, go, go, go, go

(Oh, oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh)

I’m troubled by gho-, gho-, gho-, gho-, gho-, gho-

(Oh, oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh)

Ghosts in heaven

(Oh, oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh)

Far below the shiniest stars

Shiniest stars won’t shine forever

Take your soul and you can go far

If you don’t fall from grace or favour

Gold awaits all those who star

You can take now and I’ll take never

Now I’m comin' on back (Huh!)

Help me up, move right, left foot forward

To go, go, go, go, go, go, go

(Oh, oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh)

I’m troubled by gho-, gho-, gho-, gho-, gho-, gho-

(Oh, oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh)

Ghosts in heaven

To go, go, go, go, go, go, go

(Oh, oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh)

I’m troubled by gho-, gho-, gho-, gho-, gho-, gho-

(Oh, oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh)

Ghosts in heaven

Oh, oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh

Oh, oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh

Soon I’ll be a very old man

And very old men, they dream of summers

Spent with falls in faraway clans

While hometown crowds sing hymns of courage

Ran amok in a strip called love

Lost my mind in streets of neon

Now I’m comin' on home (Huh!)

Help me up, move right, left foot forward