Jeremiah Freed - Ginger lyrics

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.