Ghost Thrills Testo

Ghost Thrills- Always ten steps back I can hear you hide behind the nearest tree from half way across the street. So I lock my doors, close the curtains, turn off every light and pick something to arm myself with. Watch me try to avoid the flashing Polaroid. You wave the shot til colour forms and press it against the keyhole. A portrait in my line of vision was taken when my back was turned from an angle that strikes concern. Prowl around. Peering over each footstep that's become a token of another hour spent tense and focused. I know your face. I know your thrills. I've seen what you have done to girls in the past and so I ask just what do you want with me? Pacing back and forth and kicking dirt on the front lawn, I decide this restraint's become an order. I appoint my fist. Hell; quit hovering round and knock like everybody else. You struck concern and then struck out on my terms, my grounds, my shit. You're welcome to come in