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

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