John Grant
Текст песни Pale Green Ghosts

Back then I often found myself
Driving on the road at night
And the radio was broadcasting the ocean
Warm late Spring wind whips through my hair
I am right here, but I wanna be there
And no one in this world is gonna stop me.

Pale green ghosts at the end of May
Soldiers of this black highway
Helping me to know my place.
Pale green ghosts must take great care,
Release themselves into the air
Reminding me that I must be aware.

At 25 and 36 to Boulder
I was getting warm, but now I'm getting colder,
And I stomp my feet--demanding like a child.
I hope you get everything you wanted boy.

I hope you conquer the world and turn it into your toy,
But don't come crying when you're forced to learn the truth.

Pale green ghosts at the end of May
Soldiers of this black highway
Helping me to know my place.
Pale green ghosts must take great care,
Release themselves into the air
Reminding me that I must be aware.

Pale green ghosts at the end of May
Soldiers of this black highway
Helping me to know my place.
Pale green ghosts must take great care,
Release themselves into the air
Reminding me that I must be aware.