On a ghost lit night On a ghost lit night In the morning light I was baking up bread in the afterglow Of a long night spent in your motorcade Of intense red words And you're drinking hot tea With your hot shark fin soup A broken whisky bottle Is all you've got to show For losing your control On a ghost lit night On a ghost lit night On a ghost lit night On a ghost lit fight night Turn around We are swimming in milk For the second time We are killing ourselves With the softest smiles And the motorbike seat Is a shiny black window to somewhere else So open up the throttle And we'll get in the space between the molecules On a ghost lit night On a ghost lit night On a ghost lit night On a ghost lit fight night On a ghost lit night On a ghost lit night On a ghost lit night On a ghost lit fight night On a ghost lit night On a ghost lit night On a ghost lit night On a ghost lit fight night