Matty Pop Chart Ghost Dream Redux
There's something in the oven again, but this time
we've got control
No digital media reject haunts the steam above the
stove
In fact, all of those old haunts have up and flown
Now we're left with ash but no breath, so we're gonna
take it slow
So if the fire's hot we'll let it burn, burn on through
the night
And since the things that you feared most have finally
taken flight
There's no consequence for tenderness, although you
might
Still be burned by the bachelor blaze, it'll be alright
'Cause you've reconciled the struggle between what's
real and what's not
Some specters still lurk through your dreams but they
can only watch
And the days have funny endings though the nights are
just as long
You're old enough now to admit it when you're wrong
This is no time for speeding, no time for cheating,
'cause what do cheaters ever get?
Except a fart car or an electric guitar, or maybe just
pass that test
You know it's hard to find someone who's not afraid to
be missed
And if that stereotype that says "you mustn't be mice"
is true, I'll just have to guess
Behind the wires, behind the mirrors, sincerity still
exists
But the opaque shadows of once meaningful lives keep it
repressed
If there's one thing that you should know for sure,
it's this
That the ghosts only talk to those willing to turn, so
resist
And you've thought about the difference between sleep
and being awake
They can walk through while you're dreaming, but they
cannot take
The days have funny endings though the nights are just
as long
You're old enough now to admit when you're wrong
The boys believe, the boys believe, there's not that
much to see
And the girls agree, the girls agree, let's see what's
on TV
The girls believe, the girls believe, there's not all
that much to see
And the boys agree, the boys agree, let's see what's on
You're old enough now to start singing your own song
