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 ain't 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 ain't 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 ain't right
Inside of her.