Ghosts

It was different when you didn't call The city, it burned The city, it burned down like they were cardboard forts I said, "ain't it kind of funny how we still don't like the bed we're sleeping in Or the town where we reside?" We're 21, you know If we wanted it, we would have control I think you kissed me then Took both my shaking hands Said, "if it kills us We'll go down the sweetest ghosts in this whole town" Ain't it funny how we used to sleep? The market dove Our parents started wars as we were counting sheep Fast asleep I said, "ain't it kind of funny How we still can't stand the mannerisms That we have always fucking had? We're twenty-something now They're still following us around somehow" I think you kissed me then Took both my shaking hands Said, "if it kills us We'll go down the sweetest ghosts In this whole town" Waking up in the cold, selling out Going home, getting high on the floor For the hell of it If it kills us We'll go down the sweetest ghosts in this whole town But if it kills us, we'll go down Ain't it kind of funny how we're still so mad? They built this city, now watch it fall on their command But if it kills us, we'll go down The sweetest ghosts in this whole town Waking up in the cold, selling out Going home, getting high on the floor For the hell of it If it kills us We'll go down the sweetest ghosts In this whole town The sweetest ghosts in this whole town --- Ghosts - Boniface