Ghostride - Intellectual

[Verse 1]

Around 7 o'clock

He pissed in the rain

And tried to remember

In case it happened again

And turned back the clocks

That stood in the way

But the entrance was locked

And the exit was caged

And the call of December

Brought the thoughts to the stage

Of how the love that he lost

Tore down all in the way

Sweep the leaves from the ghost ride

'Cause you've never been born till the green light

When the moon takes the low ride

Just sit in and you hold tight

It's a long way to wish it

It's a long way to go

When you're lost in the city

In the snow

And you're not gonna be it

And you just don't know

Of how everything was cruel inside

'Till the day it died

And the ticket of the lone rider

Wore its place in time

So pick up your tools

And come down the stairs

'Cause there's a rip in the wall

And it's come out and stayed

Sweep the leaves from the ghost ride

'Cause you've never been born till the green light

When the moon takes the low ride

Just sit in and you hold tight

Put yourself going solo

'Cause you never will die till you don't know

When the moon takes the run inside

Just sit on in the ghostride

Just sit on in the ghostride