I am looking for ghosts, listening to the pavement
With hopes that I can raise the dead
so they can shine again
I am waiting for signs, reading all the faces
There isn't one I recognize, so why am I surprised?

This town won't let me forget

Poison streams and wet dreams, yellow Stingray for escape
I miss the freak walker's gate
Professor styled and tortured, a beacon for the weak
I miss the bloodied asphalt

It may have been the sun distorting a tear
but I swear I saw them
I ran to grab a hand that wasn't there
but I know I saw them
I've walked these streets
from Locust to Bethlehem all my life

So I know every hiding place
When love forgets, we dissolve like daylight

I am looking for ghosts