ghosts gabrielle aplin

I'm sick and tired of hanging out my window
I've learnt from past experience rain can't make flowers grow
And friends don't stick around
They go which way the wind blows
You're never safe and sound 'til all the doors are closed

When you're awake and your own shadows turn into ghosts

Soon it will all fall apart and their roads will have no way
And you'll be the one laughing as their fences fade away
And instead of being left there, feeling all alone
Break down the house you made of matchsticks and set fire to their throne

Home becomes what you're scared of the most
Home becomes what you're scared of the most
When shadows turn into ghosts
It's what you're scared of the most

I'm pulling pictures off the wall watching smiles as they fall