Texty:
Jukebox The Ghost

How much can you fit under your skin? How much can you fit under your skin? I wish you were dead babe I wish you were dead I can fit two, I can fit two

I've never known why It's a crime to say we're not fine But I've never been quite alright Though I will admit the time This time is on my side Then we

As fireworks burst over the land I could've sworn I felt the influence of an unseen hand The ghost of someone else's dream A forgotten god stopping by

He was struck by static in the heart Shot by an appendage from a television tube And knowing what it meant to be showered with sound He became a believer

When you were locked up in your room alone Neglecting even just to touch the phone Salty tears rolling down your cheeks Like they had many times before

It starts with a flash and a blast Plaster and glasses and earthquake Came floodin' through my living room The sky was black with thinkin' As it began

Victoria approached me with a fire in her eyes And I swear and I swear I was burning alive. And now you're crying wolf out to the moon, Yeah, is anybody

Oh, here's to new mornings, to new evenings Pack your bags babe and we are leaving. Don't you say no cause I know that you want to go, oh believe me.

Everything under the sun Is getting burned Everything under the moon Is gonna sleep And I think that one day soon It's all gonna Big bags of blood bore