Ghosts in the Driftwood (versión 2)

Verse

Salt on the collarbone where the tide went slow

Shadows cast across your face like you're made of gold

I chased the sunset down a dusty street

You stood there waiting with the ocean at our feet

Pre-Chorus

Hold up, don't let go

Something in the air is trying to show

Tell me it's not just a dream

This feeling that we can climb any stream

Chorus

Ghosts in the driftwood, calling us out

To where the shadows turn gold without a doubt

Ghosts in the driftwood, they know our name

Sweeping us up like the tide sweeping the frame

Verse

You said it's written on your skin like the stars above

I said I believe it even though I don't want to lose

We traded secrets for the ones we made up true

Every one of them landing soft in the driftwood too

Pre-Chorus

Hold up, don't let go

Something in the air is trying to show

Tell me it's not just a dream

This feeling that we can climb any stream

Chorus

Ghosts in the driftwood, calling us out

To where the shadows turn gold without a doubt

Ghosts in the driftwood, they know our name

Sweeping us up like the tide sweeping the frame

Bridge

Maybe it's not the sunset or the way we fall

Maybe it's something older that we're trying to recall

Maybe this is just how some days turn gold

Even after the light leaves and the fire turns cold

Chorus

Ghosts in the driftwood, calling us out

To where the shadows turn gold without a doubt

Ghosts in the driftwood, they know our name

Sweeping us up like the tide sweeping the frame