Ghosts - Gabrielle Aplin

I’m sick and tired of hanging out my window

I’ve learnt from past experience

Rain can’t make flowers grow

Friends don’t stick around

They go which way the wind blows

You’re never safe and sound

'Til all the doors are closed

Doors closed

Doors closed

When you’re awake and your own shadows turn into ghosts

When you’re awake and your own shadows turn into ghosts

Oh, oh

Soon it will all fall apart

And the roads will have no way

And you’ll be the one laughing

As the fences fade away

And instead of being left there

Feeling all alone

Break down the house you made of matchsticks

And set fire to the throne

To the throne

To the throne

When you’re awake and your own shadows turn into ghosts

When you’re awake and your own shadows turn into ghosts

Home becomes what you’re scared of the most

Home becomes what you’re scared of the most

When shadows turn into ghosts

It’s what you’re scared of the most

I’m pulling pictures off the wall, watching smiles as they fall

I’m pulling pictures off the wall, watching smiles as they fall

I’m pulling pictures off the wall, watching smiles as they fall

Pulling pictures off the wall

I’m pulling pictures off the wall, watching smiles as they fall

When you’re awake and your own shadows turn into ghosts

When you’re awake and your own shadows turn into ghosts

Home becomes what you’re scared of the most

Home becomes what you’re scared of the most

When shadows turn into ghosts

It’s what you’re scared of the most