Ghost Town

Someday we will fall like soldiers One day we will cry like men Wilted words on oaken shoulders Whisper from a violin Here we wander around, slowly Killing moments, in minutes and hours We dismantle the ground Here in our, dear little town Now we speak in tongues and tangles Cultivate a careless calm Finding form in antique angles Un-adorn the doubtful dawn Here we wander around, slowly Killing moments, in minutes and hours We dismantlе the ground Here in our, dеar little town Hmm-mmm Hmm-mmm Hmm-mmm Hmm-mmm