
Through old pictures
With yellow dots
The ghost has entered the city
When the sun is rising
Put on a different skin
I bet you’d like that
I bet you’d like that
I bet you’d like that
I bet you’d like that
Standing still
In a silent bubble
The ghost’s demanding louder disaster
The sun is setting
Put on a different skin
I bet you’d like that
I bet you’d like that
I bet you’d like that
I bet you’d like that
I bet you’d like that
I bet you’d like that
The ghost is wandering the city
The ghost’s demanding louder disaster
The ghost is wandering the city
The ghost’s demanding louder disaster
The ghost is wandering
The ghost is demanding
The ghost is wandering
The ghost is demanding