This cold and barren place
Dead soil where nothing grows
Where sand and rock they flourish
And moth and rust destroy
Our abandoned palace
With its crumbling walls and rotten beams
Lingering ghosts of good intentions
That haunts its empty rooms
Ours were the future
A fiery cascade of colors
A leap of faith and promise
That failed to outrun its shadows
At the end of the noose
We tiptoe to postpone
The inevitable kiss
From the palest of lips
No one is left to mourn our loved ones
No tombstone raised to honor the dead
Left is but the aching void of nothingness
Betraying the loss of what we would become
No effort can salvage the broken
No cure can revive the dead
No deed can redeem us
From the sins of old
Yet the strength to confront what we have become
Stems from acknowledging the pain within
While staring at the desert sun
And face the unknown
Ghost town!
Your streets once carried the sound of laughter
Of children playing, of festivals and parades
Your markets flourished with precious goods
And temples enjoyed the presence of the gods
Now at the end of the noose
We tiptoe to postpone
Embrace the inevitable kiss
From the palest of lips
Ghost town!
The dreams and hopes you spawned were dead
Unable to carry the life that you gave
Their restless spirits haunting your streets
Grieving their fate and cursing the light
Cloth - Ghost Town Lyrics
Cloth - Ghost Town Lyrics
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This cold and barren place
Dead soil where nothing grows
Where sand and rock they flourish
And moth and rust destroy
Our abandoned palace
With its crumbling walls and rotten beams
Lingering ghosts of good intentions
That haunts its empty rooms
Ours were the future
A fiery cascade of colors
A leap of faith and promise
That failed to outrun its shadows
At the end of the noose
We tiptoe to postpone
The inevitable kiss
From the palest of lips
No one is left to mourn our loved ones
No tombstone raised to honor the dead
Left is but the aching void of nothingness
Betraying the loss of what we would become
No effort can salvage the broken
No cure can revive the dead
No deed can redeem us
From the sins of old
Yet the strength to confront what we have become
Stems from acknowledging the pain within
While staring at the desert sun
And face the unknown
Ghost town!
Your streets once carried the sound of laughter
Of children playing, of festivals and parades
Your markets flourished with precious goods
And temples enjoyed the presence of the gods
Now at the end of the noose
We tiptoe to postpone
Embrace the inevitable kiss
From the palest of lips
Ghost town!
The dreams and hopes you spawned were dead
Unable to carry the life that you gave
Their restless spirits haunting your streets
Grieving their fate and cursing the light
Dead soil where nothing grows
Where sand and rock they flourish
And moth and rust destroy
Our abandoned palace
With its crumbling walls and rotten beams
Lingering ghosts of good intentions
That haunts its empty rooms
Ours were the future
A fiery cascade of colors
A leap of faith and promise
That failed to outrun its shadows
At the end of the noose
We tiptoe to postpone
The inevitable kiss
From the palest of lips
No one is left to mourn our loved ones
No tombstone raised to honor the dead
Left is but the aching void of nothingness
Betraying the loss of what we would become
No effort can salvage the broken
No cure can revive the dead
No deed can redeem us
From the sins of old
Yet the strength to confront what we have become
Stems from acknowledging the pain within
While staring at the desert sun
And face the unknown
Ghost town!
Your streets once carried the sound of laughter
Of children playing, of festivals and parades
Your markets flourished with precious goods
And temples enjoyed the presence of the gods
Now at the end of the noose
We tiptoe to postpone
Embrace the inevitable kiss
From the palest of lips
Ghost town!
The dreams and hopes you spawned were dead
Unable to carry the life that you gave
Their restless spirits haunting your streets
Grieving their fate and cursing the light
Writer: Stein Vorhaug, Jon Ivar Larsen, Cato Gulaker
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