Ghost Squadron from Curious Maladies by Will Saunders

GHOST SQUADRON
Ghost squadron on the flying wings again
Coming your way
like a letter that was never wanted,
Only received against your will
Serving you with ordinates within itself
And true, you'll find out out
That's there's nothing in your head that you were thinking about at all
When time went by
And a letter in it's hand don't keep you down
It's only post age, what you make of it
Won't be your best of friends for now
Loaded pistols in your hands
Where you go now, no-one knows and very few will understand
What you had to do
Had in you
What you're going through
Taking matters into your own two hands
I don't care where you've been it's over now
Everybody's held them down
Feeling until now
Places where this ghost squadron don't know to fly
You'll hide in there again in there
Keeping yours, about your head and heart
Your lonely days are here to stay
Particles don't fall away - you're absorbed in where you've been
And where you've played
Don't try to fight it, you're not happy where you are.

• Pop
• Rock
• fuzz
• lofi
• psych
• roll
• Auckland