Текст песни Ghosts

I used to befriend ghosts like you but time has betrayed
us both. These campfire secrets are over dead men's
bones with graveyard hopes of seeing home.
A mild mannered man with cheap cologne; blanketed by
the arctic embrace of this city.
Those towers of money, power,
and greed are the tombstones of this ghost town.
From the cemetery floor we stare up at our legacy,One Dead Three Wounded - Ghosts - http://ru.motolyrics.com/one-dead-three-wounded/ghosts-lyrics.html
at the concrete reminders that we are but mere pillars
of salt with eyes fixated on the moments that most
have forgot. No song can capture this moment,
No melody can encapsulate or replicate the thoughts.
So I'll sit back, relax and drink from the lip of another
half empty glass sobered by the fact that you will
never be a teacher and I will never be a father.
I am the artist of this lie and on this canvas I paint my c