Gabrielle Aplin Ghosts
[Verse 1]
I'm sick and tired of hanging out my window,
I've learnt from past experience rain can't make
flowers grow,
And friends don't stick around,
They go which way the wind blows,
You're never safe and sound, 'til all the doors are
closed.
[Pre-chorus]
Doors closed,
Doors closed,
[Chorus]
When you're awake and your own shadows turn into
ghosts.
[x2]
Ahh, oh.
[Verse 2]
Soon it will all fall apart,
And their roads will have no way,
And you'll be the one laughing,
As their fences fade away,
And instead of being left there, feeling all alone,
Break down the house you made of match sticks,
And set fire to their throne.
[Pre-chorus]
To the throne,
To the throne,
[Chorus]
When you're awake and your own shadows turn into
ghosts.
[x2]
[Bridge]
Home becomes what you're scared of the most.
Home becomes what you're scared of the most.
When shadows turn into ghosts,
It's what you're scared of the most.
[Instrumental]
I'm pulling pictures off the wall watching smiles as
they fall,
I'm pulling pictures off the wall watching smiles as
they fall,
I'm pulling pictures off the wall watching smiles as
they fall,
I'm pulling pictures off the wall,
I'm pulling pictures off the wall watching smiles as
they fall.
When you're awake and your own shadows turn into
ghosts.
When you're awake and your own shadows turn into
ghosts.
Home becomes what you're scared of the most.
Home becomes what you're scared of the most.
When shadows turn into ghosts,
It's what you're scared of the most.
