Ghost City
The city docks are underwater
A light burns from the lake
High up on the hillside
Old buildings lie in wait
Sun used to come out sometimes
Now all the clouds are grey
Ghost city, once pretty
Now has passed away
Ghost city, so pretty
No pity, just shame
I used to meet you
Now I don’t know where you are
I could believe you
But now you're gone I can’t see far
You don’t believe me
I’m stranded here again
Ghost city, once pretty
Burnt out like so many days
Ghost city, so pretty
No pity, just shame
I don’t remember the name of this street
If I ever knew it at all
I don’t remember who showed it to me
Ghost city, once pretty
Now rubble, water and snowfall.
posted by tzb at 10:17 pm
1 Comments:
Hi! You have an interesting and informative blog here! Wow, Perhaps you'd like to read my blog on shameless self promotion???!
Ha ha touche!
Sadly I am still very much in sunny dunny, that hotbed of culture and radical fee thought!!!
How about you do you ever return to these hallowed streets?
Like the new stuff a lot by the way especially desolate. It's got a really nice quality to it. A real melancholia.
Post a Comment
<< Home