My shadow splits in four, beneath the district line and Bow
but there's no reprieve from Ghosts of Leith.
With the whisky in my blood and the [bad word] on my knees
no theses no deceiving Ghost of Leith

Call... Call me girl around midnight
Save... Save my love make me feel just right
from these ghost of Leith no... there's no respite ...no I'm [bad word] home.

And at nights I know you feel that you lost your only son, mother I can't return to ghosts of Leith.
With this coldness in my bones and a heart beat in my eyes... no there's no disguising ghosts of Leith.

Call... Call me girl around midnight
Save... Save my love make me feel just right
from these ghost of Leith no... there's no respite ...no I'm never, never [bad word] home.