Ghost

Early morning dreary horizon
aching hands are pulling a millstore
wailing from the cart

He´s burnerd down many a bridge
and he´s sacred of walking in the dark
it hurts when the rain falls on this skin

He´s burnerd down many a bridge
and he´s scared of walking in the dark
it hurts when the rain falls on this skin

Oh he´s worn out from maching
and he´s forgetten for what he´s searching
yeh he´s keeps up the stride
gos knows that he´s won´t arrive

He´s burnerd down a many a dridge
and he´s scared of walking in the dark
it hurts when rain falls on this skin

He´s burnerd down a many a bridge
and he´s scared of walking in the dark
it hurts when rain falls on this skin