CORRECT LYRICS

Lyrics : Ghost

My hands, feeling worn and real tired
But I can't make it, I can't trace it
Painting pictures to configure
Our heart stop beating for a second
And you can't fix me, you can't save me
Painting pictures to remember

That I'm a ghost to your noise
And I can't pick up the clothes
That you left on the floor, it's a mess

This time I'll learn to live without you, in design
And this time I'll reminisce the old you, after all I've tried to
Find it easier to clear my mind, but lately
Seems like I'm nothing more than see-through
(Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh)

These hands, feeling worn and real tired
I can't create it if I fake it
Painting pictures of the skies that were red
When I thought I was dead
Am I feeling more alive now
Or is this just from the come down?