Beneath the faded skyline, Past dead neon lights, Lie the shadows of a world gone dark. Sunset paints a picture, Of blues and reds turned grey and white. The voiceless standing silent, Amongst their walking dead.
Never-mind the darkness. It's recession's only mere moments away. The air we breathe grows cold and thin, But hope is our salvation. We rise as the cries grow louder now, Boisterous and immense. One day, these cities will all rebound. Restored invigoration.
When I walk these streets, these days, I've never felt so lonely. I can hear the wind, ever so subtle, Carry it's echo for miles now.
Breathe new life to make our colors bold! (GIVE UP THE GHOST!) I can't stand to let us wilt. To let love die. To kill compassion. As I drive these streets, these weeks, Silence, fear and sadness rule. Like a fevered daydream, I keep on pinching to see if it's real or make believe. It feels like forever since we knew the world before this war. Now human connection seems like a dimension removed from our front door...
Breathe new life to make our colors bold! (GIVE UP THE GHOST!) I can't stand to let us wilt. To let love die. To kill compassion. Breath new life to heal a world gone cold. It's still the land of dreams. I still believe we can bring her back to life.
(Solo: Carlino)
Breathe new life to make our colors bold! (GIVE UP THE GHOST!) I can't stand to let us wilt. To let love die. To kill compassion. Breath new life to heal a world gone cold. It's still the land of dreams. I still believe we can bring her back to life.
(Solo: Almeida)
Bring her back to life! Give up the ghost! Bring her back to life! Give up the ghost! Give up the ghost outside!Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
