Ghost
FRANK MARTIN STRAUSS, GRY BAGOIEN
You're a ghost
You chase the night
You're a ghost
You tickle tears out from my eyes
I'm the beast
I live of your dreams
The days I breathe
Are killing me
I switch of the light
To turn ion the night
Missing you
Its you by bye my side bye, bye, bye
Its late so I fake, I awake
From a long distance call
Through my walls I hear ring
Ding... dong....