Ghosts

the figure fades to ground she hangs her head like saturday

your skyscraper hearts they rise and fall and fade away

and you're left selling secrets chasing ghosts down empty hallways

there're pretty girls in skirts on nine and five and nothing's changed

she moves the silence and quiets tragedy

if the dead could speak now we'd be the ghosts in the machine

she's pretty isn't she? we become everything we need

if the dead could speak now

you've already lost me

i'm on floor four and fading breathing like a porcelain doll

so come and cure me lady killing off the past and now

and all your neon nights electric lives they'll never save you

alone he cuts the lights the pixels scream as he descends

she moves the silence and drugs down tragedy

if the dead could speak now we'd be the ghosts in the machine

she's pretty isn't she? we become everything we need

if the dead could speak now

you've already lost me.