John The Ghost No Life At All
It's in the faces of the static on the radio
It's in the faces of the traffic on my way home
And so I tiptoe eyes closed
Hoping for the naught now
Same print, new post
Crying out loud
[Chorus]
It's the same hit, new dance
Just a different spark now
But that's no life at all
Were always changing faces, faces, faces
Going through phases, phases, phases
It's in the places that fashion numbers say so
We're listening to some imaginary game show
And so I tiptoe eyes closed
Standing on my rain clouds
Same print, new post
Crying out loud
[Chorus]
It's the same hit, new dance
Just a different spark now
But that's no life at all
We're always changing faces, faces, faces
Going through phases, phases, phases
[Bridge]
Were always changing faces, faces, faces
We're always changing, changing
We're always changing, changing
And so I tiptoe eyes closed
Standing on my rain clouds
But that's no life at all
We're always changing faces, faces, faces
Going through phases, phases, phases
We're always changing faces, faces, faces
We're always changing faces
We're always changing faces, faces
We're always changing, changing
