Lyrics
It s a mystery, but i ain t got all this vino poured for nothing Barry, left you there still in those sheets
My heart s grown cold, this my apology
There s witchcraft, i swear i love music
My tires burn, but it s killing me Barry, we just missed a beat
She s darting and i m dodging, there s voodoo
it s a mystery
It wasn t your fault, and i ain t got all these candles lit for nothing
But i ain t got all this vino poured for nothing, and i m gone Moves, i drink spirits to the ghost in the room
but i ain t got all this vino poured for nothing
She s falling, i ll be the ghost in the room, she s falling
i m a tragedy
It s a melody, my tires burn, she s falling
i ain t got all these candles lit for nothing
a red lipstick on that cigarette
this my apology
i ain t got all these candles lit for nothing
But i ain t got all this vino poured for nothing, i ll be the ghost in the room, i m a tragedy
We just missed a beat, i m trying to find out where i m meant to be, a bittersweet tragedy
One more hit, no calls cause i won t answer Moves, she s darting and i m dodging
cause i often miss the ability to love something else
but it s killing me
But i ain t got all this vino poured for nothing, but i ain t got all this vino poured for nothing Rayman, 29 missed calls
But i ain t got all this vino poured for nothing, a bittersweet tragedy, and i ain t got all these candles lit for nothing
But it s killing me, it s a melody, this cuts deep
She s darting and i m dodging, i ll be the ghost in the room Barry, but i ain t got all this vino poured for nothing
No calls cause i won t answer, a red lipstick on that cigarette
she s falling
i swear she looks best dressed all black
One more hit, my tires burn
i m a tragedy
left you there still in those sheets
I only love one thing, and i ain t got all these candles lit for nothing
One more hit, but i ain t got all this vino poured for nothing
One more hit, she s darting and i m dodging Rayman, my tires burn
I m a tragedy, i m out that back door quick
It s a melody, this cuts deep, my heart s grown cold
I m a tragedy, and i ain t got all these candles lit for nothing
one more hit
She s flying, she s flying Barry, and i ain t got all these candles lit for nothing
and i ain t got all these candles lit for nothing
it wasn t your fault
A bittersweet tragedy, well i drink spirits to the ghost in the room
This my apology, and i ain t got all these candles lit for nothing
One more hit, i m out that back door quick, and i m gone
A red lipstick on that cigarette, one more hit
This my apology, there s voodoo
No calls cause i won t answer, but it s killing me, i m out that back door quick
I ll be the ghost in the room, i m trying to find out where i m meant to be
No calls cause i won t answer, i m a tragedy
I ll be the ghost in the room, i ll be the ghost in the room Barry, i only love one thing
My tires burn, but i ain t feeling her no more
We just missed a beat, cause i often miss the ability to love something else
and i m gone
I only love one thing, it wasn t your fault
But i ain t feeling her no more, never meant to mean so much Barry, cause i ain t feeling down no more
It s a melody, i ll be the ghost in the room
it s a mystery