your father." And the Ghost Mice says, "The road goes on forever But its so much better If we stick together." And the Ghost Mice says, and the Ghost Mice
We were the cliche American backpackers Standing on the side of the road in the rain With our cardboard sign written in black sharpie That read Amsterdam
So there we were in the heart Where everything that we know got its start Then it all fell apart Well I guess that's what you get When you spread yourself
Paris isn't that romantic If you don't have any money Those cafes aren't so cute to walk by When you're hungry Our campground on the outskirts of town
At the end of the street there is a statue of Christopher Columbus He's got his arms up in the air and he's pointing us towards home There's people selling
At the last minute everything was okay We bought our tickets, we were on our way It cost us six hundred and sixty-six Francs But that didn't mean anything
It seemed like everything we heard and hoped might be true We got a ride right away and she took us to the dunes And we fell asleep to the sounds of a
We turned around, we were headin' south We were tryin' to get off the island Wishin' for a sky without any clouds With a big nice bright sun shinin'
We must turn into monsters in the moonlight if we ever plan to fight against our many enemies. there's no low that they won't sink to, there's no tactic
I will not sing another song for the dead because the dead, they are not listening. from now on all the songs that i sing will be songs sung for the
East and we crossed the border, the border that was no longer there. And although the fences and walls are long gone, the weight of their ghosts hung
When you're deep in a dark dungeon and the cleric's down and dying and you've taken all the potions you had left and you feel like you are doomed
We knew our stream would lead to a bigger stream And eventually the river, and out to the sea It never seemed like a possibility That we could go beyond
I first saw you at a festival and then i saw you at a few more shows. i knew that i had to introduce myself to you. after all those times of each other
you be happy? Oh me, oh me, oh me. Oh ghost, oh ghost, why won't you just die? Why won't you even try to move on? Oh ghost, oh ghost, why won't you
The first words that you ever said to me were "that's not my baby, that baby's japanese," and you begged the nurse to take me away and bring you the
people call danger I'd call my home And I'd never have to hear another telephone I wish I could be them both Anything's better than being a ghost
Dear Dad, I know you're proud of me even though you've never said it well I know you are and I know talking can be hard. And I think I've proven myself