Ghostride

White Wings Of Death

Ghostride


Unstable balancing 
Act overhead 
The dresser is open 
An empty bed 

It's such an age to be so cold 
And it's growing all the time 
And it's such a waste to so bitter 
It's growing all the time 

Her life time short on years 
No place to share 
Playing dead man's finger 
Some truth in dare 

It's such an age to be so cold 
And it's growing all the time 
And it's such a waste to feel belittled 
It's growing all the time 

While the stories explain little 
The sorrow will bear it all 
And the world she made 
From a house we played in the tree tops 
It's such a lonely place 

We all grow up just fine 
We never grow up at all 

It's such an age to be so cold 
And it's growing all the time 
And it's such a waste to feel belittled 
It's growing all the time 

And its stories explain little 
The sorrow will bear it all 
And the world she made 
From a house we played in the tree tops 
It's such a lonely place