Drinking with ghosts Songtext
von Leftmore

Dying in a cemetery in Eugene
Dark, and drinking
Maybe she was a queen
And maybe they were a choir
Maybe it was a life
And maybe he was a liar

Watch your step, boy
And watch your inflection
I′m cutting through your life
Like fingers through the ivy

I lost something that I'd collected
Thinking
Maybe she was a queen
And maybe she was the cross
Maybe she was my wife
Maybe she was just the cost


Pop, pop came two shots.
Cut through the air
Until your body dropped
And you won′t see the end of this
But I'm not done. Oh no

I tried to hold you up all resurrected
But sinking
Maybe you were my queen
And maybe I was the hire
Maybe you were my life
And I was just a liar

Maybe I was the liar
Maybe I was the liar
Maybe I was the liar
Maybe I was the liar
Maybe I was the liar
Maybe I was the liar
Maybe I was the liar
Maybe I was the liar


Pop, pop came two shots
Cut through the air until your heart stopped
And you won't see the end of this
But what have I don′t
Don′t stop, I'm coming for you
I′m cutting through these fields of ivy
What else are two lonesome ghosts to do?
To do?
To do?
To do?