Ghost On The Dancefloor

It's Tuesday 11 o'clock and it's cold

You're hearing a whisper

You know it too good

It's telling you to skip those days

You're trying hard to push away

It's getting louder and your urge is growing too

Take your colours and your pencil and erase the world in blue

Ghost on the dancefloor, ghost from the other side

Ghost on the dancefloor. Alive

You're counting the hours

Everyone

You're counting the minutse

The day has begun: It's Friday you're in love

You take the coloured pencil

Draw the streets and all the people blue

In red and green its up to you

The night is yours and morning's not

The week began, a brandnew start

Ghost on the dancefloor, ghost from the other side

Ghost on the dancefloor. Alive

You told me twice you like the silver side of life

And all the feelings feeling right

I told you like the feelings that you can't deny

And all the memories you hide

You fight. You lied. And everytime you cried

And everytime you cried

And everytime you cried

And everytime you cried