Twilight(暮光之城) Ghosts(James Vincent Mcmorrow) The moon homes the light And the moon's a spinning globe Shedding light upon the road The birds were flying And a bird without its wings is a low and tragic thing We are ghosts We are ghosts amongst these hills From the trees around and green To the ground beneath our feet We are ghosts We are ghosts amongst these hills Pressing out along the shore Pressing out along the shore And is only to be heard And now I'm gone I will come again in Spring And the harvest can begin We are ghosts We are ghosts amongst these hills From the trees of life and green To the ground beneath our feet We are ghosts We are ghosts amongst these hills Pressing out along the shore Pressing out along the shore