Jeremiah Freed
Текст песни Ginger

Certain kinds of nights,
Find me swimming alone,
Inside my bed.

Certain kinds of songs
Leave me without a sound
Without a trace.

Now I know,
Something aint right
Inside of her

Certain kinds of sounds
Find me slippin' away.
Driftin away.

Certain kinds of light,
Find me sfalling into
Her summer dress

Now I know,
Something aint right
Inside of her.

It's not out of respect,
The door is closed but the walls still haunt me.
Still haunt me.

Now I know,
Somethin aint right
Inside of her.