Besedila: Matt Pond PA. A New Part of Town.

The ghost of the ghost
Barely exists
But he knows what he knows
And he wants to be sure
That you see him

He was alive
When he slept with the snow
Now we know that he lies
'Cause he says he wasn't cold
He's freezing

He's been looking for some water
In a new part of town, in a new part of town
Stronger fingers won't relinquish
You don't see him around, you don't see him around
You don't see him

The ghost of the ghost
Goes out to shows
And he stays in the back
And he keeps his eyes closed
You can't see him

Silence breathes
Better than I could have
All the things we'll never know
Silence leaves
Fills up with confusion
All the things we'll always know