Vanishing Angle (Space Blues) - Eyenine & The Lonely Ghosts

Grow up children, don't you suffer at the hands of one another? If you like a sleeping demon, listen, can you hear him weeping? Tears of joy, and tears of sorrow He buys love to sell tomorrow My life ain't no holiday I've been through the point of no return I've seen what a man can do I've seen all the hate of a woman too Feel your heartbeat, lose the rhythm He can't touch the world we live in Life is short, but love is strong (love is strong) There lies a hope that I have found And if you try you'll find it too Remember why I'm telling you My life ain't no holiday I've been through the point of no return I've seen what a man can do I've seen all the hate of a woman too And they gave him away like in whistle down the wind By the look on his face, he never gave in

Boys in the street are talkin' about leavin', they're leavin' Lookin' for places to go Boys in the street are talkin' about leavin', they're leavin' Lookin' for places to go Andy built his coffin down in Carolina Told me he was runnin' from somethin' But I think he's just out chasin' girls When Mary moved all of her shit to Chicago Her mother made sure that she left with her Bible, but You won't find her face on Sundays Du du du-du-du-du, du-du-du-du, du-du-du-du Du du du-du-du-du, du-du-du-du, du-du-du-du All my friends are talkin' about leavin', about leavin' But all my friends are sittin' in their graves All my friends are talkin' about leavin', about leavin' But all my friends are sittin' in their graves Is it any wonder why we all leave home? People say, "I knew you when you were six years old" And you say, "But I've changed, I've changed, I've changed, I've changed" Mom and Dad, if only you could see me now Been here for a year and now I own this town 'Cause I've changed, I've changed, I've changed, I've changed Du du du-du-du-du, du-du-du-du, du-du-du-du Du du du-du-du-du, du-du-du-du, du-du-du-du All my friends are talkin' about leavin', about leavin' But all my friends are sittin' in their graves All my friends are talkin' about leavin', about leavin' But all my friends are sittin' in their graves One day we'll all be ghosts Trippin' around in someone else's home One day we'll all be ghosts, ghosts, ghosts Ghosts, ghosts, ghosts One day we'll all be found No longer lost, we're just hangin' around One day we'll all be found, found, found Found, found, found Ba-da, ba-da ba ba-da-da Ba-da, ba-da ba ba-da-da Ba-da, ba-da ba ba-da-da Ba-da Ba-da, ba-da ba ba-da-da Ba-da, ba-da ba ba-da-da Ba-da, ba-da ba ba-da-da Ba-da