Holy ghosts,
When do you come out to play?
Cause if the lord is gonna find me
He'd better start looking today

Last week my baby hit the slopes
I spent the weekend setting traps in the road
I should have been cutting out my eyelids
You'll never guess what baby did when she got home

Now at least the birds are singing to me
But what they're trying to say,
I don't know

(You're beautiful)
I think they come from the cold
(For all your big mistakes)
I think they come from the cold
(You stayed the same)
To the city that don't snow

So I drove until we both broke down
I was stranded in a border town
believing the motel T.V. would bring me to safety
but between MTV and Mr. O'Reilly
I've come to find, that I cant be defined
So I turned it off, now convinced I would cross
Took one last look at the gold as it shattered on a mountain top

Now I believe the sun, its like a symphony
But what its trying to play,
I don't know

I think its come for the cold
I think its come for the cold
To the city that don't snow

So come on holy ghosts
When do you come out to play?
Cause if the lord is gonna find me
He'd better start looking today

So I can rise with the river
We all float before we sink
So pray for satellites,
Pray for courtesy,
And pray that it can climb mountains to me
I'll say goodbye to the canyons
I will set sail to the streets
Where I don't care to be forgiven
I want to be forgotten

I don't care to be forgiven
When lord I only want to be forgotten
Singing "oh oh oh na na na na"

Now I received a call from my family
And what they'd started to say
Brought me home

They think I'm beautiful
They think I'm beautiful
They think I'm beautiful

For all my big mistakes

by Ricardo Zurc