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 the river s all in flames i can t go home again 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 lonley as my vanity the river s all in flames i can t go home again this city s rearranged i m never going to leave this ghostown