Testi:
Film Ghost Fantasma

that's when it all hurts the most I dream I never know anyone at the party and I'm always the host If dreams are like movies, then memories are films about ghosts

She sat right down on the sofa I said, "Where have you been? I've been waiting for you. Cause last night I had something so good These days get so

She comes out on Fridays every time Stands out in a line I could have been anyone she'd seen She waits another week to fall apart She couldn't make

[Adam Duritz] They paved paradise and put up a parking lot With a pink hotel, a boutique, and a swingin' hot spot Don't it always seem to go That

She can't keep away from them Waits here and disappears From the wrong things she intends (?) Pretty soon they've got you hanging on a line Pretty

Got no place to go but there's a girl waiting for me down in Mexico She's got a bottle of tequila, a bottle of gin And if I bring a little music I

When I think of heaven deliver me in a black-winged bird I think of flying down into a sea of pens and feathers And all other instruments of faith

Step out the front door like a ghost into the fog where no one notices the contrast of white on white. And in between the moon and you the angels

Got no place to go But there's a girl waiting for me down in Mexico She's got a bottle of tequila, a bottle of gin And if I bring a little music, I can