Ghosts Songtext
von Wassailer

I′m coasting in this queendom
Walking through the queen's yard
I′m coasting past the queen's square
Staring at the queen's swans

I′m surfing, well confused
Waving at the currents
I′m standing still and sparkling
Waiting for an answer


Blue blood and a sense of doom
In the gloom of a foggy day
Silver spoons in an empty room
Empty souls on a silver tray
The white swans and the gardener
The blue moon on a blue Monday
The staircase and its furniture
Too mundane to have an opinion

I can see through you, you can't see us
We are see through, yet you won′t seize us
We're feeling slightly overcome
Common sense, could you be more vague?
Could you be more vague?
I can see through you, you can′t see us
We are see through, yet you won't seize us
We′re feeling slightly overcome
Common sense, could you be more vague?
Could you be more vague?