Benson Hedges

Written by: Nate Ruess, Andrew Dost, Jack Antonoff, Sam Means
Holy ghosts
When do you come out to play?
Cause if the Lord is gonna find me
Hed better start looking today
Last week my baby hit the slopes
I spent the weekend setting traps in the road
I should have been cutting out my eyelids
youll never guess what baby did when she got home
Na Na Na Na
Now at least the birds are singing to me
but what theyre trying to say
I dont know.(youre beautiful)
I think they come from the cold(for all your big mistakes )
I think they come from the cold(you stayed the same)
to the city that dont snow
So I drove until we both broke down.
I was stranded in a border town
believing the motel TV would bring me to safety
but between MTV and Mr. OReilly
Ive come to find, that I cant be defined
So I turned it off, now convinced I would cross
Took one last look at the gold
as it shattered on a mountaintop
Now I believe the sun, its like a symphony
But what its trying to play,
I dont know.(youre beautiful)
I think its come for the cold.(for all your big mistakes)
I think its come for the cold.(you stayed the same)
To the city that dont snow.
Cmon, Holy ghosts
When do you come out to play?
Cause if the Lord is gonna find me
Hed better start looking today.
So I can rise with the river
We all float before our sink
Oh Cmon, Gimme some satellites
Maybe some courtesy
and pray that it can climb mountains to me!
I say goodbye to the canyon
I will set sail to the streets
where I dont care to be forgiven
I want to be forgotten
I dont care to be forgiven
I wanna be forgetten
Im singing
Now I receive a call from my family
and what they started to say
brought me home.(youre beautiful)
They think Im beautiful(for all your big mistakes)
They think Im beautiful(youre beautiful)
for all my big mistakes
for all my big mistakes
for all my big mistakes