Haunt My Existence - Birds Of Passage

Gotta leave this place

There are ghosts at every corner

Haunt my existence

Haunt my existence

Gotta pack up my things

Dress warm my angels

Can’t find the money

To fix that old neck

So i’ll leave that old thing behind

But that won’t stop the singing

The music

Won’t stop the whispers

Come out my mouth

My angels go to sleep

And wake up with it still

And with my angels

Fill the night air with whispers

With whispers