Lila, fill me with reveries
Through my fingers into my soul
Million promises now running low, running low
Are we just ghosts of youth, you and I
Post-mortem thoughts oooh till we die
Bid me farewell oooh oooh
And I'll feel worse
And you'll feel worse
A soft spot for Catch-22
I was caught up in Turn of the Screw
When you're at the door, what's left of you
What's left of me
Are we just ghosts of youth, you and I
Post-mortem thoughts oooh till we die
Bid me farewell oooh oooh
And I'll feel worse
And you'll feel worse
Go farther and fare worse
Am I too far or way too close
Go farther and fare worse
The devil's near, stepping on my toes
Give up the ghost
My dear, my most
Oooh Farewell
Oooh Fareworse
Oooh Farewell
And I'll feel worse
And you'll feel worse
Aaah Aaah Aaah
Aaah Aaah Aaah
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Lila, fill me with reveries
Through my fingers into my soul
Million promises now running low, running low
Are we just ghosts of youth, you and I
Post-mortem thoughts oooh till we die
Bid me farewell oooh oooh
And I'll feel worse
And you'll feel worse
A soft spot for Catch-22
I was caught up in Turn of the Screw
When you're at the door, what's left of you
What's left of me
Are we just ghosts of youth, you and I
Post-mortem thoughts oooh till we die
Bid me farewell oooh oooh
And I'll feel worse
And you'll feel worse
Go farther and fare worse
Am I too far or way too close
Go farther and fare worse
The devil's near, stepping on my toes
Give up the ghost
My dear, my most
Oooh Farewell
Oooh Fareworse
Oooh Farewell
And I'll feel worse
And you'll feel worse
Aaah Aaah Aaah
Aaah Aaah Aaah
Through my fingers into my soul
Million promises now running low, running low
Are we just ghosts of youth, you and I
Post-mortem thoughts oooh till we die
Bid me farewell oooh oooh
And I'll feel worse
And you'll feel worse
A soft spot for Catch-22
I was caught up in Turn of the Screw
When you're at the door, what's left of you
What's left of me
Are we just ghosts of youth, you and I
Post-mortem thoughts oooh till we die
Bid me farewell oooh oooh
And I'll feel worse
And you'll feel worse
Go farther and fare worse
Am I too far or way too close
Go farther and fare worse
The devil's near, stepping on my toes
Give up the ghost
My dear, my most
Oooh Farewell
Oooh Fareworse
Oooh Farewell
And I'll feel worse
And you'll feel worse
Aaah Aaah Aaah
Aaah Aaah Aaah
Writer: Phillie Jaton
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid, Sentric Music
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid, Sentric Music