Ginger

Jeremiah Freed

Certain kinds of nights,

Find me swimming alone,

Inside my bed.

Certain kinds of songs

Leave me without a sound

Without a trace.

Now I know,

Something aint right

Inside of her

Certain kinds of sounds

Find me slippin' away.

Driftin away.

Certain kinds of light,

Find me sfalling into

Her summer dress

Now I know,

Something aint right

Inside of her.

It's not out of respect,

The door is closed but the walls still haunt me.

Still haunt me.

Now I know,

Somethin aint right

Inside of her.