Lirieke: Broken Bells. Ther Ghost Inside.

She sold her love to a modern man
Cause solid currency's the hardest to love
All other modern hels you cover your eye
Don't let the lady finger blow in your hat
Di-da

Feel like a daughter
She's like a star tonight
Without warning
She gave up
The ghost inside

Just like a whiskey bottle drained on the floor
She got no future, just a love to endure
This gives some matter to shaking her hide
'Too late to leave him' are the songs in her car
Di-di-da

Feel like a daughter
She's like a star tonight
Without warning
She gave up
The ghost inside


They call it chivalry
Never pull a punch for free
You ever wonder why it had to move on
This phony article
That put you on the floor
A double standard
You envoke when you want

Feel like a daughter
She's like a star tonight
Without warning
She gave up
The ghost inside

Was it all for show?
To turn into all of them
Turning a page
Trust me darlin'
I'm carving 'em up through the dust in your town
Crawling over rubble just to sound me out
Tend to wonder why?