Ghost Stories - Lee DeWyze

Oh now hold me up hold me up I can see

Something tells me I should let this be

You see I was born with a chest that cursed

I buried it deep so no one gets hurt

So I buried it deep so no one gets hurt

The ghost of your enemy is your friend

Keeping track of the time till you meet again

And the ghost stories that keep me awake

As the ceiling caves and the floorboards shake

As the ceiling caves and the floorboards shake

Will you let me go

Will you let me go

When the time is right do you promise to let me go

Oh now hold me up hold me up I can see

Something tells me I should let this be

I can’t remember how long I’ve known

I traded my heart for a wandering soul

So I traded my heart for a wandering soul

Will you let me go

Will you let me go