| Song | Afraid of Ghosts |
| Artist | Butch Walker |
| Album | Afraid of Ghosts |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Well there's a man | |
| who dips his feet in holy water | |
| and so he throws the rest of his body in | |
| says it'll take more than wading | |
| to keep the memories fading | |
| I'm at least up to my neck in sin | |
| he said I'm coming to terms with a ghost | |
| learning to deal | |
| I'm gonna take what scares me the most | |
| and turn it into something real | |
| I try to go to the hospice every Friday | |
| Sit in traffic, thicker than blood | |
| Try to know a man that I never really knew | |
| And swim away from a forty year flood | |
| and I'm coming to terms with a ghost | |
| learning to deal | |
| I'm gonna take just what scares me the most | |
| and turn it into something real | |
| Sometimes she takes a little longer getting ready | |
| to pretend there's someone to show | |
| did she ever find love | |
| or did this town have enough | |
| i kinda bet, she'll never let you know | |
| but i can tell from the caked on powdered makeup | |
| covering wrinkles from smoking away tears | |
| she wants it either way | |
| and i want so bad to say | |
| love yourself for once my dear | |
| she said… | |
| i bet she's coming to terms with a ghost | |
| learning to deal | |
| gonna take just what scares her the most | |
| turn it into something real |
| Well there' s a man | |
| who dips his feet in holy water | |
| and so he throws the rest of his body in | |
| says it' ll take more than wading | |
| to keep the memories fading | |
| I' m at least up to my neck in sin | |
| he said I' m coming to terms with a ghost | |
| learning to deal | |
| I' m gonna take what scares me the most | |
| and turn it into something real | |
| I try to go to the hospice every Friday | |
| Sit in traffic, thicker than blood | |
| Try to know a man that I never really knew | |
| And swim away from a forty year flood | |
| and I' m coming to terms with a ghost | |
| learning to deal | |
| I' m gonna take just what scares me the most | |
| and turn it into something real | |
| Sometimes she takes a little longer getting ready | |
| to pretend there' s someone to show | |
| did she ever find love | |
| or did this town have enough | |
| i kinda bet, she' ll never let you know | |
| but i can tell from the caked on powdered makeup | |
| covering wrinkles from smoking away tears | |
| she wants it either way | |
| and i want so bad to say | |
| love yourself for once my dear | |
| she said | |
| i bet she' s coming to terms with a ghost | |
| learning to deal | |
| gonna take just what scares her the most | |
| turn it into something real |
| Well there' s a man | |
| who dips his feet in holy water | |
| and so he throws the rest of his body in | |
| says it' ll take more than wading | |
| to keep the memories fading | |
| I' m at least up to my neck in sin | |
| he said I' m coming to terms with a ghost | |
| learning to deal | |
| I' m gonna take what scares me the most | |
| and turn it into something real | |
| I try to go to the hospice every Friday | |
| Sit in traffic, thicker than blood | |
| Try to know a man that I never really knew | |
| And swim away from a forty year flood | |
| and I' m coming to terms with a ghost | |
| learning to deal | |
| I' m gonna take just what scares me the most | |
| and turn it into something real | |
| Sometimes she takes a little longer getting ready | |
| to pretend there' s someone to show | |
| did she ever find love | |
| or did this town have enough | |
| i kinda bet, she' ll never let you know | |
| but i can tell from the caked on powdered makeup | |
| covering wrinkles from smoking away tears | |
| she wants it either way | |
| and i want so bad to say | |
| love yourself for once my dear | |
| she said | |
| i bet she' s coming to terms with a ghost | |
| learning to deal | |
| gonna take just what scares her the most | |
| turn it into something real |