Oh the ghosts are sitting in their trees Quietly they are singing to me Some slow slow song, forgetting the words Like long last names or lessons I've learned But I swear that you can never tell After four weeks you look like hell Fingers crossed I'm following you I'll met you on the open side, in the morning heat I can feel the turning tide, it's changing me Staring at the sinking sky it's in my reach I can see us sinking eyes you won't sleep Out again, this city's our house But its haunted now, The people come out And they fill these rooms until the people come clean And I left too soon but I can't explain But I swear that you can never tell After four weeks you look like hell Fingers crossed I'm following you I'll meet you on the open side In the morning heat I can feel the turning tide It's changing me Staring at the sinking sky It's in my reach I can see a sinknign eye You don't sleep But i swear that you can never tell I look for weeks you look like hell Call this off or follow through Fingers crossed I'll follow you I'll meet you on the open side in the morning heat I can feel the turning tide its changing me Staring at the sinking sky it's in my reach I can see our sinking eyes you don't sleep I'll meet you on the open side in the mornign heat I can feel the turning tide it's changing me Staring at the sinking sky, it's in my reach I can see your sinking eyes you don't sleep I can see your sinking eyes you don't sleep