Eyes Like Walls - Syd Matters

Is this relevant on a ghost?

Questions in the dark to wake me up

With eyes like walls

No way to coming to follow your thoughts

It's hard to break in

And these pills don't work

Ache sometimes

Wich always her

And I feel like I wanna write a book

But I'm no writer

I was down as usual in my bed like a ritual

Waiting for the Santa's Man call

But I'm not tired

Dusty floor and empty cars

Wish you could stay around

Clean up the bathroom floor

But honey, you want more

I'm in a rush

I'm in a hurry

I cannot be on touch

We're gonna treat you right

We're gonna hit you in the back, oh

I'm in a rush

I'm in a hurry

I cannot be on touch

Quick sand

Quick sand

Quick sand