Holiday Ghosts - Dead Streets
00
Copied!
On dead streets I walk on my feet
Waiting for you to see me
The clock strikes, but there's still no light
Meeting the shadows beneath me
A slow drag, a shaking hand, though I carry nothing
On the ground I sound it out, for a taste of something
A cracked lens, the actor pretends
This is what he lives for
We can't go back to a matter of fact
Or decide what's hateful
The domino destroys its row
On its way to leaving
The exit shakes the power plays
There's no way of healing
The gate squeaks I'm loose on my feet
I can't find my way home
I'm held up, I'm left to luck
It's always hard to say no
Waiting for you to see me
The clock strikes, but there's still no light
Meeting the shadows beneath me
A slow drag, a shaking hand, though I carry nothing
On the ground I sound it out, for a taste of something
A cracked lens, the actor pretends
This is what he lives for
We can't go back to a matter of fact
Or decide what's hateful
The domino destroys its row
On its way to leaving
The exit shakes the power plays
There's no way of healing
The gate squeaks I'm loose on my feet
I can't find my way home
I'm held up, I'm left to luck
It's always hard to say no
