About the Ghosts

Lean into me
And let my marching heart beat
Away the ghosts in your head
They leave in tears that we shed

Lean into me
And let my marching heart beat
Away the ghosts in your head
They leave in tears that we shed

It comes from the blue
To learn that you and I can
Bloom if we want to

It comes from the blue
To learn that you and I can
Bloom if we want to

Now we're lighting up outside your window
Don't you know you mother sees
And it's nothing new but we're
On fire and she's not best pleased

And it comes from the blue
To learn that you and I can
Bloom if we want to

But you said the ghosts in our heads