Autumn blaze a’burning, windy dark returning
Howling grand, the phantom fell toward land
Descending on the graveyard, porcelain and tomb-scarred
Shadows fled as she cooed with dread
The ghost had a bouquet, ever dead but up to play
A flash out from the ash, little specter on the bay
My breath was so deprived and her death was here to thrive
And too, she never knew
She made a heart back here alive
Shе asked me, “Now, are you scarеd?”
My gown is of the grave air, eyes ice white, drifting every night”
What a ghastly creature and ever striking features
Terrible and truly beautiful
Stay with me, Queen Halloween
We can sing tonight with a bloody scream
The ghost had a bouquet, ever dead but up to play
A flash out from the ash, little specter on the bay
My breath was so deprived and her death was here to thrive
And too, she never knew
She made a heart back here alive
You know it’s true I’m bound to earth
But you’re gorgeous dear, for what it’s worth
She whispered, “There still is a way
But your mortal coil couldn’t stay”
She said, “The moon man’s skull is high and there’s spirits in the air
Would you like to see my home?
If you like, I’ll take you there”
I made my final breath
It was my last living sound and she taught me how to dance
As a ghost above the ground
The ghost had a bouquet, ever dead but up to play
A flash out from the ash, little specter on the bay
My breath was so deprived and her death was here to thrive
And too, she never knew
She made a heart back here alive
The ghost had a bouquet, ever dead but up to play
A flash out from the ash, little specter on the bay
My breath was so deprived and her death was here to thrive
And too, she never knew
She made a heart back here alive
The ghost, ghost, ghost had a bouquet, bouquet
The ghost, ghost, ghost had a bouquet, bouquet
The ghost, ghost, ghost had a bouquet, bouquet
The ghost, ghost, ghost had a bouquet, bouquet
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Rocket Ship Resort Lyrics – The Ghost Had A Bouquet