Hear the echoes of the city sounds
We follow figures of the light
The dream of living in a place unknown
But all we find are hopes, blown
Cause we stand on the sand
Afraid of change
Deceptive dreams
Nothing to hold
Stories of ghosts
In the shades of the neon lights
We follow whispers of the sounds
The fear of staying in a place alone
But all we find are ghosts, we know
We forgot the meaning of life
Caught in a trap we cannot define
We'll find solace in the echoes of lies
But I know as the world ends we'll be fine
Cause we stand on the sand
Nothing to hold
Stories of ghosts
Cause we stand on the sand
Afraid of change
Deceptive dreams
Nothing to hold
Stories of ghosts
Stories of ghosts"