Bombay Bicycle Club.... Ghost : chasing the dream....

no I never pick up the pen, always assured but I like it when we pretend. You should be around, they should just say when, You should make time; you should make time for them, my ever changing ghost, I think he loves them the most, He always shows you where, how and when you went wrong, always planned but never get things done, I walk in the room and see you waltzing around, the love that you give is such a familiar sound, You just fly straight up and calm the fuck down, You see a house fall because you built it on the wrong ground, my ever changing ghost, I think he loves them the most, the most, He always shows you who....

Louis XIV....This soul has not yet been taken....

Could I request it back at once gratefully the sky's so blue, It's an ocean, an ocean with all sorts of life in it, but me, Why did you have to go away? Why did you have to go away? Mother, you'd scream at the king, like he's a servant from day one and you created a hole in his solid stability, You knocked him clear off his limestone rocker, Now he has left all this kingdom to me and I'm so afraid to rule alone, Now this kingdom, your closet, I’m locked in is now my home....