through my veins My hands are cold from holding on to hopes Even ghosts have gone away It's all the same And I am a ghost of great The sea The sand
Vertaling: Daphne Loves Derby. Deze Ghosts, mijn hoop, The Sand, The Sea.
rush through my veins My hands are cold from holding on to hopes Even ghosts have gone away It's all the same And I am a ghost of great The sea The sand