LYRIC FOR SALE

By Andcelang

In this little town
Everybody's inside
Living on their own
Pouring bottles of wine

In this little town
I can hear my own steps
as I'm walking on
the street where we met

Only ghosts, only ghosts
And the smell of a rose
Why did I take this road
if I know you won't be home

Only dust, only dust
and nobody to trust
only you I can ask
when I feel a little bit lost

In this broken house
Everything is so old
I can hear my own thoughts
they have the sound of your voice

In this broken house
Time is flying on its own
as I stay inside
pouring bottles of wine

Down on the floor
We used to lie
Hand by hand
watching the night

Don't call it hope
I don't have expectations
I called the ghosts
but they have nothing to tell me

Only ghosts, only ghosts
And the smell of a rose
Why did I take this road
if I know you won't be home

Only dust, only dust
and nobody to trust
only you I can ask
when I feel a little bit lost