Locust To Bethlehem – Echolyn – letras

I am looking for ghosts, listening to the pavementWith hopes that I can raise the deadso they can shine againI am waiting for signs, reading all the facesThere isn’t one I recognize, so why am I surprised?This town won’t let me forgetPoison streams and wet dreams, yellow Stingray for escapeI miss the freak walker’s gateProfessor styled and tortured, a beacon for the weakI miss the bloodied asphaltIt may have been the sun distorting a tearbut I swear I saw themI ran to grab a hand that wasn’t therebut I know I saw themI’ve walked these streetsfrom Locust to Bethlehem all my lifeSo I know every hiding placeWhen love forgets, we dissolve like daylightI am looking for ghosts