The Figurants - Horrible Horses Lyrics

I thought I saw you at the ocean
It's unlikely you'd find another guy
So afraid of his hat
As the birds all get louder
Near the powdered shore
Sending all of the clean water back
And say what you will
About the Ghost on the Hill
He knows when to hide from himself
And you never will
You should have heard all the commotion
When they formally announced
That you had finally earned a soul
Now you'll finally get older!
And leave your friends behind
And keep your keys in a bowl
And say what you will
About the Ghost on the Hill
He knows when to hide from himself
And you never will