Ghost Town

I wait for the rain to leave the coast and fade away

With all the ghosts (unfriendly hosts)

We're the shapes of the night

From the moon flows the bleakest light to shroud us in the cold air

It's the onset of winter and our souls, like trees, are bare

Eu não sei o que fazer agora que você foi embora

Tudo me parece ter a mesma cor, a mesma luz escura

I wake up shivering in the morning wind

Silence leaks from walls - Drops they sting like

Crystalline salt in my open wound

I call your name but you're not around