Ghosts Songtext
von Logh

I′m writing reports of the days and the nights
Locked up for years at a measure of mine
A living made of nothing I was trying to catch
The motions of a mind and the methods of a crime


I never saw the chance
Never what I held in my hands
I never saw the chance
Never what I held in my hands

Lights are all in this town where I'm killed
By exhaust and alcohol to dry out my skin
Never had a clue of the role that I played
But that′s the condition and the price that we pay

I never saw the chance
Never what I held in my hands
I never saw the chance
Never what I held in my hands