The Alex French Revolution - dreamy-sweet-nothings

Dreamy sweet nothings
A telephone greeting
Sneakin' out late
To our secret club meetings

Sky still high above me
Mind still mostly empty
And you're still next to me
In our made-up haunted country

I still close my eyes
And nearly catch a glimpse
I still can reach out
And feel ghostly fingertips

Dreamy sweet nothings
Late-night ghost hunting
We hear a sound
And take our chance to run
Smiling and screaming

And I said then that I wouldn't look back
So I don't see what's chasing me
I say now that I won't look back
So I don't see you chasing me

Dreamy sweet nothings
A flashlight battery
I let go of your hand in the dark
So you can't get me

I still close my eyes

And nearly catch a glimpse
I still can reach out
And feel ghostly fingertips

Written by:
Alexander French

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