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 meet I 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 gasoline a-b-a-b-a-b-a the river's all in flames a-b-a-b-a-b-a I can't go home again a-b-a-b-a-b-a this city speaks in rain I 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 loneley as my vanity a-b-a-b-a-b-a the river's all in flames a-b-a-b-a-b-a I can't go home again a-b-a-b-a-b-a the city's rearranged 2x never going to leave this ghostown 4x