Teksty:
Search The City Ghosts

Street lights carry me home tonight And this will be the last time that I ever make this drive We haven't talked in days And it's clear what you are

She is dressed to kill He's a nervous wreck He's got his best jacket on And a tie around his neck He's the perfect gentleman Deep in conversation He

I caught the first flight home to put you in the ground I haven't come to terms with the news I just found out Today it is raining outside To match this

I'm just a ghost of my former self Formin' a non-formidable more bionicle toxin of mental health Was never born into wealth I jumped out of my mother

a fool so fuck what you heard Kels is her #1 dude she like turn it up thats my baby she like thats my husband she might even cheat with me on her boyfriend (city) to city

This city is a beehive Its deadly and unfortunately simple One million tree lined streets With branches like haunting arms You've swallowed your revolution

the door to the seven lost cities of gold Finds a raven's head and rattlers tail Dead in his tracks, this godforsaken soul's Unwanted here and his ghost

always did Like the Spanish city to me when we where kids Girl it looks so pretty to me just like it always did Like the Spanish city to me when we where

Still writing songs in the wee wee hours On Charlotte Street I take A walking stick from my hotel The ghost of Dirty Dick Is still in search of Little