Two in the morning And I'm way too stoned I can't drive home, it's foreign

Oh, God, it's foreign.

And while we're talking.

And our bodies moving closer, can't ignore it.

I can't ignore it.

I see the way she's falling, she's falling, she's falling right into my arms

And I can tell I'm falling, I'm falling, I'm falling right into her charm

She said tell me ghost stories, turn down the lights Light up a candle, she's holding me tight God knows where we'll be by the end of the night While we're telling ghost stories

While we're telling ghost stories.

Sit in silence.

Where the only sound is breathing in the quiet.

And I don't know what my mind is You're the only thing I want and I won't fight it

And I can tell I'm falling, I'm falling, I'm falling right into her charm

She said, tell me ghost stories, turn down the lights Light up a candle, she's holding me tight God knows where we'll be by the end of the night

We're telling good stories.

While we're telling ghost stories While we're telling ghost stories

Sad, tell me good stories Turn down the lights

Light up a candle, she's holding me tight God knows where we'll be by the end of the night

Oh.

We're telling good stories But we're telling good stories

We're telling good stories.

Bye.