Paddling Ghost - Dan Deacon

Paddling ghost makes it, coast to coast makes it

Into the flames with the horse who made believe

Battles a guy makes across the night and he

Battles the flame, it’s the big snowflake

There was a time they knew once more

Carried them down beneath the floor

Shovels in hand, they dug too deep

Down to the flame that was his keep

Paddling ghost makes it, coast to coast makes it

Into the flames with the horse who made believe

Battles a guy makes across the night and he

Battles the flame, it’s the big snowflake

I’ve soaked my skin in the pits of hell

Yet I can’t seem to escape the smell of sea

Like gloom, it’s smeared across my skin

Like a dirty black rust in my melody

Watch that one black knight he

And the whole world whispers

Paddling ghost makes it, coast to coast makes it

(I've soaked my skin in the pits of hell

Yet I can’t seem to escape the smell of sea)

Into the flames with the horse who made believe

(Like gloom, it’s smeared across my skin

Like a dirty black rust in my melody)

Battles a guy makes across the night and he

Battles the flame, it’s the big snowflake

Watch that one black knight he

And the whole world whispers