Benson Hedges
Holy ghosts,When do you come out to play?'Cause if the Lord is gonna find me,He'd better start looking today.
Last week my baby hit the slopes.I spent the weekend setting traps in the road.I should have been cutting out my eyelids,you'll never guess what baby did when she got home.
Now at least the birds are singing to me,but what they're trying to say,I don't know.
(you're beautiful)I think they come from the cold(for all your big mistakes)I think they come from the cold(you stayed the same)to the city that doesn't snow.
So I drove until we both broke down.I was stranded in a border townbelieving the motel TV would bring me to safety,but between MTV and Mr. O'ReillyI've come to find, that I can't be definedso I turned it off, now convinced I would crossTook one last look at the goldas it shattered on a mountaintop.
Now I believe the sun, it's like a symphony.But what it's trying to play,I don't know.-Bilmiyorum.(you're beautiful)I think they come from the cold(for all your big mistakes)I think they come from the cold(you stayed the same)to the city that doesn't snow.
C'mon Holy ghostsWhen do you come out to play?'Cause if the Lord is gonna find me,He'd better start looking today.
So I can rise with the riverWe all float before we sinkSo pray for satellites,Pray for courtesyand pray that it can climb mountains to me!I say goodbye to the canyon.I will set sail to the streetswhere I don't care to be forgivenI want to be forgotten.I don't care to be forgivenWhen Lord I only want to be forgotten
Now I receive a call from my familyand what they started to saybrought me home.
(you're beautiful)They think I'm beautiful(for all your big mistakes)They think I'm beautiful(you're beautiful)for all my big mistakes.