Ghostown

I live in this ghostown

The whispers from the walls fall like feathers to the ground

I walk upon these cemetary streets

And i don't speak the language of the skeletons that i meetI live in this ghostown

The acid from the architecture is burning the place down

I wander through these solitary streets

They're empty as an afterthought in purple pools of gasolineThe river's all in flames

I can't go home again

This city speaks in rainI live in this ghostown

The coffee burns like kerosene and the color of my world is brown

I look out on these melancholy streets

It's quiet as a photograph and lonley as my vanityThe river's all in flames

I can't go home again

This city's rearrangedI'm never going to leave this ghostown