Giving Up The Ghost by The Trust Fund Kids Lyrics
[Verse 1]:
You said you’d never really believed
In the ghost stories Grandma told with glee
Until you stopped being able to see
The ghost in the machine
You didn’t lay the body to rest
Hold a wake with a steady stream of guests
Instead you spent your mornings and evenings distressed
Wondering where he’d slipped off too
[Chorus]:
“If I go to sleep
If I go to bed
Will I ever get your voice out of my head?”
“If I go to sleep
If I go to bed
Will I ever gеt your face out of my head?”
[Versе 2]:
Don’t pay attention to the spirits that haunt these hallowed grounds
He’s pretty friendly, I’d say, and he’s just making his rounds
But does it still keep you up at night
That you can never really make things right?
‘Cause those spirits haunt me too
And I beg to start anew
[Chorus]
[Outro]:
We could fall in love in Paris
We could learn to love again
We could have our Hollywood moment
We could learn to play pretend
We could runaway off to some foreign land
That the spirits won’t be able to withstand
We could run away to some random foreign place
Where the empty in us could slowly be replaced
Now you delete him from your phone
From your phone
Now you’re giving up the ghost
Now I’m ripping up her note
Now I’m giving up the ghost
Now in each other, we’re becoming engrossed
Now we’re saying the shit we wanna hear
Now we’re giving up the ghost
You said you’d never really believed
In the ghost stories Grandma told with glee
Until you stopped being able to see
The ghost in the machine
You didn’t lay the body to rest
Hold a wake with a steady stream of guests
Instead you spent your mornings and evenings distressed
Wondering where he’d slipped off too
[Chorus]:
“If I go to sleep
If I go to bed
Will I ever get your voice out of my head?”
“If I go to sleep
If I go to bed
Will I ever gеt your face out of my head?”
[Versе 2]:
Don’t pay attention to the spirits that haunt these hallowed grounds
He’s pretty friendly, I’d say, and he’s just making his rounds
But does it still keep you up at night
That you can never really make things right?
‘Cause those spirits haunt me too
And I beg to start anew
[Chorus]
[Outro]:
We could fall in love in Paris
We could learn to love again
We could have our Hollywood moment
We could learn to play pretend
We could runaway off to some foreign land
That the spirits won’t be able to withstand
We could run away to some random foreign place
Where the empty in us could slowly be replaced
Now you delete him from your phone
From your phone
Now you’re giving up the ghost
Now I’m ripping up her note
Now I’m giving up the ghost
Now in each other, we’re becoming engrossed
Now we’re saying the shit we wanna hear
Now we’re giving up the ghost