Haunted - Shane MacGowan & The Popes

I've been tryna wrap my brain around the pain that you put me through Never really did believe love could hurt this way until you Don't know why I gave you grace Plead your case with every excuse Saying everything's okay, I just wasn't your shade of blue Wondering why I can't move on When you don't even notice I'm gone Must be something wrong with me to be so easy to let go Now I feel a hole in my chest But you don't even feel regret Running back to her While I'm left running away from your ghost 'Cause you left me haunted Cold winds chilling my skin As if you had just walked in You left me haunted Now there's bones in my closet And the memories keep whispering Will they ever stop talking? You left me haunted Every day I'm sitting in the same place where we were before Doing double takes Every time I think I see the same face walk through the door Now the memories feel like they weren't even real Disappearing with you one by one But I still can't forget the damage you've done 'Cause you left me haunted Cold winds chilling my skin As if you had just walked in You left me haunted Now there's bones in my closet And the memories keep whispering Will they ever stop talking? You left me haunted (Wish that I could let you go) (Running away from your ghost) (Wish that I could let you go) (Running away) 'Cause you left me haunted Cold winds chilling my skin As if you had just walked in You left me haunted

Lights they flicker and the candles glitter Like you're in a thriller, heart goes pound, pound, pound Ghostly figures, they can get so bitter Sure you want to enter? You can turn back now You don't, you don't know where I've been What's going on inside, where The monsters like to come alive, come alive Do you really wanna know me? I'm really not that cozy It's up to you so you decide, you decide Could you love me at my worst 'Til the coffin's in the dirt? Or try to break me like a curse? You know that will never work I'm a little bit absurd I like dancing on the verge Anyone can love a pretty little mansion But could you love a A haunted, haunted house? Oh, could you love me now? A haunted, haunted I'm a haunted house A haunted, haunted house If you're too scared, get out A haunted, haunted I'm a haunted house Na, na, na, na, na Na, na, na, na Broken windows and a warning scribbled on my walls Saying that you better turn around Wouldn't be the first to try to burn me down Your move, you choose Could you love me at my worst 'Til the coffin's in the dirt? Or try to break me like a curse? You know that will never work I'm a little bit absurd I like dancing on the verge Anyone can love a pretty little mansion But could you love a A haunted, haunted house? Oh, could you love me now? A haunted, haunted I'm a haunted house A haunted, haunted house If you're too scared, get out A haunted, haunted I'm a haunted house Na, na, na, na, na Na, na, na Do you, ooh Na, na, na, na, na Know me? (Ooh, ooh) But could you love a A haunted, haunted house? (House) Oh, could you love me now? (Now) A haunted, haunted I'm a haunted house Ooh, the haunted, haunted, I've been (house) If you're too scared inside but A haunted, haunted I'm a haunted house Could you love me at my worst 'Til the coffin's in the dirt? Anyone could love a pretty little mansion

متكتف مهموم موجوع وضعيف وشجاع مليان أحلام وعشان مربوط مكسور وبكسر في المآديف وتفوت أيام وتمر سنين وانا حالي غريب انا مين انا مين مشدود في الساقية وعايش مبسوط وحزين ومحبط وجرئ ورزين مشدود في الساقية وعايش مبسوط وحزين ومحبط وجرئ ورزين على غفلة اتحول بركان جبار انا ضلمة وليل أنا نار ونهار متكتف مهموم موجوع وضعيف وشجاع مليان أحلام وعشان مربوط مكسور وبكسر في المآديف ماشي على طريق مكتوب مرسوم بس انا مسؤول وعليا اللوم ماقدرش أقول من الذنب برئ لا انا ابليس ولا هبقى رسول ماقدرش أقول من الذنب برئ لا انا ابليس ولا هبقى رسول قدامي طريق همشيه همشيه نفهم في الآخر كل ده لية متكتف مهموم موجوع وضعيف وشجاع مليان أحلام وعشان مربوط مكسور وبكسر في المآديف

فوسط زحمة وناس كتير وطريق أنا ماشي فيه عكس السير وسط الطموح والأمل والتمني فاضلي خطوة توصلني فوسط حاجات ومكيفات بحاول أنسى كل اللي فات في وسط صدري ضلعي مكسور ومن خلاله قلبي شايف نور أنا كنت فاكر اني طاير وأتاريني على وشي بقع أنا كنت فاكر إني هوصل لكني بهرب من الوجع أنا كنت فاكر اني طاير وأتاريني على وشي بقع أنا كنت فاكر إني هوصل لكني بهرب من الوجع فوسط الليل وأنا بعيد عن البشر شفت نور يشبه نور القمر بس القمر مسيره يفارق ويسيبني تاني مع الوحدة أحارب فوسط قصة حب يعني وهمية كان لازم أصدق اصل الوحدة قوية مش كل المشاعر حقيقية أنا شفت نور معرفتش اغمض عنيا أنا كنت فاكر اني طاير وأتاريني على وشي بقع أنا كنت فاكر إني هوصل لكني بهرب من الوجع أنا كنت فاكر اني طاير وأتاريني على وشي بقع أنا كنت فاكر إني هوصل لكني بهرب من الوجع

One, two, three Why are you hanging on so tight To the rope that I'm hanging from? Off this island, this was an escape plan (this was an escape plan) Carefully timed it, so let me go And dive into the waves below Who tends the orchards? Who fixes up the gables? Emotional torture from the head of your high table Who fetches the water from the rocky mountain spring? And walk back down again to feel your words and their sharp sting And I'm getting fucking tired The capillaries in my eyes are bursting If our love died, would that be the worst thing? For somebody I thought was my saviour You sure make me do a whole lot of labour The calloused skin on my hands is cracking If our love ended, would that be a bad thing? And the silence haunts our bed chamber You make me do too much labour You make me do too much labour Apologies from my tongue, and never yours Busy lapping from flowing cup and stabbing with your fork I know you're a smart man (I know you're a smart man), and weaponise The false incompetence, it's dominance under a guise If we had a daughter, I'd watch and could not save her The emotional torture, from the head of your high table She'd do what you taught her, she'd meet the same cruel fate So now I've gotta run, so I can undo this mistake At least I've gotta try The capillaries in my eyes are bursting If our love died, would that be the worst thing? For somebody I thought was my saviour You sure make me do a whole lot of labour The calloused skin on my hands is cracking If our love ends, would that be a bad thing? And the silence haunts our bed chamber You make me do too much labour All day, every day, therapist, mother, maid Nymph then a virgin, nurse then a servant Just an appendage, live to attend him So that he never lifts a finger 24-7, baby machine So he can live out his picket fence dreams It's not an act of love if you make her You make me do too much labour All day, every day, therapist, mother, maid Nymph then virgin, nurse and a servant Just an appendage, live to attend him So that he never lifts a finger 24-7, baby machine So he can live out his picket fence dreams It's not an act of love if you make her You make me do too much labour All day, every day, therapist, mother, maid (The capillaries in my eyes are bursting) Nymph then virgin, nurse and a servant (If our love died, would that be the worst thing?) Just an appendage, live to attend him (For somebody I thought was my saviour) So that he never lifts a finger (You sure make me do a whole lot of labour) 24-7, baby machine (The calloused skin on my hands is crackin') So he can live out his picket fence dreams (If our love ends, would that be a bad thing?) It's not an act of love if you make her (And the silence haunts our bed chamber) You make me do too much labour