Our Ghost - Little Red Lung

We soak this dead machine

When heavy handed see

Fire in our feet, push pedals on the reel,

Wish us, winded carry us, drifting deeper water,

Violent chase, so real, will lead back to each other

Tonight, our ghost will come home, woah

We are so young, so cold, so far

You rattle in your sleep,

Dying on your dreams of every heart’s disease

You can’t ask for what you need

I will shake and slip away, I heard it in your bed

Tonight our ghost will come home

We are so young, so cold, so far

To break these knuckles down

We are so small to beat our chest so loud to lose control

Tonight, our ghost will come home

We are so young, so cold, so far

Tonight, our ghost will come home