Paroles de Locust To Bethlehem

I am looking for ghosts, listening to the pavement With hopes that I can raise the dead so they can shine again I am waiting for signs, reading all the faces There isn't one I recognize, so why am I surprised? This town won't let me forget Poison streams and wet dreams, yellow Stingray for escape I miss the freak walker's gate Professor styled and tortured, a beacon for the weak I miss the bloodied asphalt It may have been the sun distorting a tear, but I swear I saw them I ran to grab a hand that wasn't there, but I know I saw them I've walked these streets from Locust to Bethlehem all my life So I know every hiding place When love forgets, we dissolve like daylight I am looking for ghosts