Here we are again
It's you and me, my friend
The laughter has gone home
The party's gone to bed
They're sweeping up the floors
And locking up the doors
And we can't stay here
But we don't have to go
Oh, the echoes of the ghosts
If these old walls could speak
The secrets that they keep
Chains of cigarettes
And conversation threads
Meet out by the fire
A broken, drunken choir
While the painted trains try to sing along
Oh, the echoes of the ghosts
Oh, the echoes of the ghosts
And it's only the breaking of your heart
That's been broken a thousand times or more
So you crack open a grin
And get back up again
Just like you did a thousand times before
Oh it's only the echoes of your heart
Dancing on the ceiling
And bouncing off the walls
Only the echoes of the ghosts
The faces and the names are gone but there's a place
That waits for them to come on back and leave without a trace
Catch you the next round
Who knows how long 'til then
Maybe these old walls
Will have burned to the ground
Where will they go then?
It's you and me, my friend
And we can't stay here forever