| Song | Nothing But a Ghost |
| Artist | Four Letter Lie |
| Album | What A Terrible Thing to Say |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Nagan, Skaff, Smith | |
| I can't imagine what you're going through | |
| But I can have my ideas | |
| The breath escapes me | |
| Were gonna take this all night | |
| My words fall so short | |
| I'm not gonna take this | |
| You don't have it in you | |
| Go on, go on | |
| I still feel nothing but a ghost | |
| These nights leave me broken | |
| I'm done with promises | |
| Everyday we move so far away | |
| Leave I'm begging on my hands and knees | |
| Just to prove you wrong | |
| You feel so much pressure just to keep me here | |
| I hope this door find you well | |
| Can you smell it in the air | |
| A recurring storm of your words | |
| What's done is done | |
| Feels like | |
| I'm already gone | |
| This is exactly what | |
| I need But you keep pushing | |
| Pushing me away | |
| My hands are shaking | |
| Were gonna take this all night | |
| I've felt this before | |
| I'm not gonna take this | |
| You don't have it in you | |
| Go on, go on | |
| You don't have it in you | |
| Leave I'm begging on my hands and knees | |
| Just to prove you wrong | |
| You feel so much pressure just to keep me here | |
| I hope this door find you well (This place has left me a grave) | |
| Oh yeah this circling drains me and my heads spinning | |
| It's all the same goes round and round and round | |
| Leave I'm begging on my hands and knees | |
| Just to prove you wrong | |
| You feel so much pressure just to keep me here | |
| I hope this door finds you well | |
| Leave Leave | |
| I'm begging on my hands and knees | |
| Just to prove you wrong | |
| You feel so much pressure just to keep me here | |
| I hope this door finds you well | |
| I hope this door finds you |
| zuo qu : Nagan, Skaff, Smith | |
| I can' t imagine what you' re going through | |
| But I can have my ideas | |
| The breath escapes me | |
| Were gonna take this all night | |
| My words fall so short | |
| I' m not gonna take this | |
| You don' t have it in you | |
| Go on, go on | |
| I still feel nothing but a ghost | |
| These nights leave me broken | |
| I' m done with promises | |
| Everyday we move so far away | |
| Leave I' m begging on my hands and knees | |
| Just to prove you wrong | |
| You feel so much pressure just to keep me here | |
| I hope this door find you well | |
| Can you smell it in the air | |
| A recurring storm of your words | |
| What' s done is done | |
| Feels like | |
| I' m already gone | |
| This is exactly what | |
| I need But you keep pushing | |
| Pushing me away | |
| My hands are shaking | |
| Were gonna take this all night | |
| I' ve felt this before | |
| I' m not gonna take this | |
| You don' t have it in you | |
| Go on, go on | |
| You don' t have it in you | |
| Leave I' m begging on my hands and knees | |
| Just to prove you wrong | |
| You feel so much pressure just to keep me here | |
| I hope this door find you well This place has left me a grave | |
| Oh yeah this circling drains me and my heads spinning | |
| It' s all the same goes round and round and round | |
| Leave I' m begging on my hands and knees | |
| Just to prove you wrong | |
| You feel so much pressure just to keep me here | |
| I hope this door finds you well | |
| Leave Leave | |
| I' m begging on my hands and knees | |
| Just to prove you wrong | |
| You feel so much pressure just to keep me here | |
| I hope this door finds you well | |
| I hope this door finds you |
| zuò qǔ : Nagan, Skaff, Smith | |
| I can' t imagine what you' re going through | |
| But I can have my ideas | |
| The breath escapes me | |
| Were gonna take this all night | |
| My words fall so short | |
| I' m not gonna take this | |
| You don' t have it in you | |
| Go on, go on | |
| I still feel nothing but a ghost | |
| These nights leave me broken | |
| I' m done with promises | |
| Everyday we move so far away | |
| Leave I' m begging on my hands and knees | |
| Just to prove you wrong | |
| You feel so much pressure just to keep me here | |
| I hope this door find you well | |
| Can you smell it in the air | |
| A recurring storm of your words | |
| What' s done is done | |
| Feels like | |
| I' m already gone | |
| This is exactly what | |
| I need But you keep pushing | |
| Pushing me away | |
| My hands are shaking | |
| Were gonna take this all night | |
| I' ve felt this before | |
| I' m not gonna take this | |
| You don' t have it in you | |
| Go on, go on | |
| You don' t have it in you | |
| Leave I' m begging on my hands and knees | |
| Just to prove you wrong | |
| You feel so much pressure just to keep me here | |
| I hope this door find you well This place has left me a grave | |
| Oh yeah this circling drains me and my heads spinning | |
| It' s all the same goes round and round and round | |
| Leave I' m begging on my hands and knees | |
| Just to prove you wrong | |
| You feel so much pressure just to keep me here | |
| I hope this door finds you well | |
| Leave Leave | |
| I' m begging on my hands and knees | |
| Just to prove you wrong | |
| You feel so much pressure just to keep me here | |
| I hope this door finds you well | |
| I hope this door finds you |