作词 : Coomes It won't stop bleeding Once you've opened up it's skin. It's not healing - let the games begin. But a ghost can feel no pain & a ghost will have no harm. The blood rolls down the drain; No substance & no form... It kept on dreaming clothed itself in solid form; A human being; arms & legs & everything. Sometimes water turns to steam, Sometimes water turns to ice. It flows back to the stream. The stream runs back through paradise... Is this not flesh & bone? Or am I just that dreaming ghost I always talk about? It isn't anything
作词 : Coomes It won't stop bleeding Once you've opened up it's skin. It's not healing - let the games begin. But a ghost can feel no pain & a ghost will have no harm. The blood rolls down the drain; No substance & no form... It kept on dreaming clothed itself in solid form; A human being; arms & legs & everything. Sometimes water turns to steam, Sometimes water turns to ice. It flows back to the stream. The stream runs back through paradise... Is this not flesh & bone? Or am I just that dreaming ghost I always talk about? It isn't anything
