Television blue Light flickers And paints the walls Stray dog howling My mind shouting As the rain falls Lonely cries From silent lives on the Street below emptiness Inside my room Feelings made of stone
I see ghosts Suburban ghosts Loneliness on these Dark roads
Hear the cranes and The night trains Stirring malevolently The restless lives and Undigested dreams No one ever leaves This place They're in my lungs In every melancholy place There's nowhere Left to run
I see ghosts Suburban ghosts Lovers gone With no trace I see plans That almost were Torn away Time in haste
Same again when Daylight comes And so it goes on All along the streets There are No kids left to run
I see ghosts Suburban ghosts No escape no repose Looking down Into the depths Now I know Why Nietzsche wept