Follow the current through the city that lies in ruinsBottle is washed up but the message is missingHeroes and ghosts, graveyards and buildingsPay the price of admissionHaunted for years in a hallway of mirrorsTill i step through the windowOver the river, coat of feathers sweeping out of viewWeigh the difference, the scales are turnedLet conscience be so judgedArrows with strings flung from belowStriking and reeling you inTied to mistakes, left there for daysSeeing which side you’re inLately i feel so removedFell back into the ditch i dugAnd doing the things i normally doHeroes and ghosts, graveyards and buildingsPay the price of admissionHaunted for years in a hallway of mirrorsTill i step through the windowLately i feel so removedDoing the things that I do