Dan Deacon — Paddling Ghost

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