Take my cold and heat it up With the welcome in your veins You're immune to common traps That pass disguised in them You gather together all the scattered pieces
The thing I most like You make me a ghost child Nuns look after babies Blind sell luck to ladies
In the playground for the strays You awake's our make believe Hauling history in a sack full of slim dark faces Buried by neighbours for ideas
The thing I most like You make me a ghost child Nuns look after babies Blind sell luck to ladies
The thing I most like (You make me a ghost child) You make me a ghost child (Harpoon) Nuns look after babies (You make me a ghost child) Blind sell luck to ladies (Harpoon)