There was a ghost town in my mind No one has ever walked its streets and no one’s crossed its alleys And not a footprint I could find No any trace of someone tiptoe silently in my memories
How could I hear your voice there
There was a ghost house of my dreams No one has ever stepped inside and no one’s lit a candle I came to look and still it seems Not even spirits live here and the rooms are still abandoned
The walls around are asking why I haven’t used my last endeavor I’ve fallen down to reach the sky You could be here. But you have never
There was a subway down below That never felt the steps of people walk in all directions So you have never joined their flow But I can hear the voice that drives me straightly to distraction
What if it’s just a ghost there
What if the dark clouds high above Sent me the voice of wind so much like yours but so deceiving I’ve got this town – my home, my love But once again I’m looking for new fiction to believe in