Holy Ghosts

This city is killin' me I miss the rivers and the cherry trees I miss the magic and the mystery Of what it'd be like to be free I'm sick of driving on these empty streets Of fleeing phantoms, baby, I can't I see Of taking shelter in these memories Of what it was like to be free So baby hold me close I can't take it now All these holy ghosts Trying to chase me down Baby hold me close Baby hold me close Just one touch and we'll never be the same We'll never be the same I miss the golden hour Surrounded in the thunder of a crowd A thousand voices singing to the sound Of what it was like to be free So baby hold me close I can't take it now All these holy ghosts Trying to chase me down Baby hold me close Baby hold me close Just one touch and we'll never be the same No we'll never be the same Just one touch and we'll never be the same No we'll never be the same We'll never be the same No we'll never be the same So baby hold me close I can't take it now All these holy ghosts Trying to chase me down Baby hold me close Baby hold me close Just one touch and we'll never be the same