Eyes Of A Ghost

Dead beat, shoving stuff into our shopping carts

But we don't know the credit-card's corner's cut

Empty our pockets down the same drain the paper-bills originally came from

Save me from basements and rooftops

Oh help me, I was buried under parking lots



Take a look into my eyes now

Take a look into the eyes of a ghost

Reach out for my hands now

Reach out for the hands of a ghost



Dead meat, we're a shareholder's dream of little babies with price tags on their foreheads

Gently hold my wrist and feel my pulse slowly fading to the background music

Save me from basements and rooftops

Oh help me, I was buried under parking lots



Take a look into my eyes now

Take a look into the eyes of a ghost

Reach out for my hands now

Reach out for the hands of a ghost



Slept on the sidewalk

I've never felt so cold

Slept on the sidewalk

I've never felt so cold



I'll come back for what I've left

I pay back a lifetime theft

I'll come back for what is mine

This life was just one out of nine



Take a look into my eyes now

Take a look into the eyes of a ghost

Reach out for my hands now

Reach out for the hands of a ghost

The eyes of a ghost

I'll come back for what is mine

This life was just one out of nine