Ghosts On The Run

You were right

You were wrong

You sat on both sides of your words

You were bad

You were grace

And you kept up a good face

You were estranged

And deranged

By the nature of your birth

You were graced

And disgraced

For you never belonged to any place

You were right

You were wrong

You sat on both sides of your words

You were bad

You were grace

You kept up a good face

You were estranged

And deranged

By the nature of your birth

You were graced

And disgraced

For you never belonged to any place

This beat is going on

It's bleak, it's going on

Dig deep, it won't be long

You better hurry, gonna miss the tide

Going on

It's bleak, it's going on

Dig deep, keep walking on

You better hurry, gonna miss the tide

We are the sound of the lives that have gone

We are the cry of ghosts on the run

We are the sound of the lives that have gone

We are the cry of ghosts on the run