Ghosts

I'm sick and tired of hanging out my window I've learnt from past experience Rain can't make flowers grow Friends don't stick around They go which way the wind blows You're never safe and sound 'Til all the doors are closed Doors closed Doors closed When you're awake and your own shadows turn into ghosts When you're awake and your own shadows turn into ghosts Oh, oh Soon it will all fall apart And the roads will have no way And you'll be the one laughing As the fences fade away And instead of being left there Feeling all alone Break down the house you made of matchsticks And set fire to the throne To the throne To the throne