Ghost Stories | from the road, in a motel room. Before Handsome Ghost, we toured in another band. In those days, we slept in the van and lived off of $20 a week. I think about those days pretty often. How fun and stupid we were back then. I wonder if I’d be able to survive a week like that now. Probably not. But those days and memories are special.
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Lyrics:
Winter waste the great white north
To the place we both were born
Calendars since we’ve been back
Follow coast the frozen shore
Pass on by the empty stores
To the place where we met last
In our twisted journeys you had me worried I’m sure you already know
To that hidden driveway the same like always
The front lawn long overgrown
I don’t know why
You still make me try so hard
What if now
We give it one more chance and start again
Remember early innocence
You and I in those twin beds
Soft footsteps to sneak outside
Then your mother shouting out
I could swear I hear her now
But she’s been gone since last July
In these dusty corners the papers torn up
The dead birch trees coming down
And it all feels empty but you still know me
And we can figure it out
I don’t know why
You still make me try so hard
What if now
We give it one more chance and start again
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