Come shake baby to the ghost rock
To the sound only we can hear
Don’t listen to the phantom
Doorknock
Keep going
It’ll disappear

I’m a clean cut motherfucker
I work when the moon is up
But everytime you come and trade
A teardrop
I feel like a blind cop

Come shake…

When I see you it’s an old shock
You’re a black hole in the crowd
I’m the poet with the small talk
(When I’m near you I can’t be loud)

Come shake…

My tongue is glued to a faraway desire
As we’re holding hands
Ah-aargh!

Once more baby to the ghost rock
To the sound only we can hear
Don’t listen to the phantom
Doorknock
Keep going
It’ll disappear

Ghost rock (shake shake)
Ghost rock (shake shake)

My tongue is glued to a faraway desire
As we’re holding hands
Ah-aargh!


(c) PIAS 2003
Tekst & Muziek: Mauro Pawlowski