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 dismantl the ground
Here in our, dar little town
Hmm-mmm
Hmm-mmm
Hmm-mmm
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