Ghosts - Quil

Hold him down

Be sure he doesn’t make a sound

Keep his hands tied, tied, tied tight

Turn him white

He never learned to win a fight

Keep your finger on, on the trigger

And lost him slowly

And make believe until you feel free

Keep your eyes, your eyes wide open

And turn cheeks blindly

Just pretend that you don’t see

Keep them all hoping, hoping

And nobody hears him

As he falls under

All the little cries beneath the sound of thunder

And nobody hears him

As away he goes

You keep all the little ghosts

All the little ghosts

Oh, you weigh him down

And push until, he hits the ground

But keep him alive, just keep him alive

And so you bury him now

Locked up nice inside a little house

Keep the windows, the windows cracked now

And nobody hears him

As he falls under

All the little cries beneath the sound of thunder

And nobody hears him

As away he goes

You keep all the little ghosts

All the little ghosts

The best of ‘em Started running while they’re young Nobody hears him

As he falls under

All the little cries beneath the sound of thunder

And nobody hears him

As away he goes

You keep all the little ghosts

All the little ghosts