Eyes Of A Ghost - Disco Ensemble

Dead beat, shoving stuff into our shopping carts

But we don’t know the credit-card's corner’s cut

Empty our pockets down the same drain the paper-bills originally came from

Save me from basements and rooftops

Oh help me, I was buried under parking lots

Take a look into my eyes now

Take a look into the eyes of a ghost

Reach out for my hands now

Reach out for the hands of a ghost

Dead meat, we’re a shareholder’s dream of little babies with price tags on

their foreheads

Gently hold my wrist and feel my pulse slowly fading to the background music

Save me from basements and rooftops

Oh help me, I was buried under parking lots

Take a look into my eyes now

Take a look into the eyes of a ghost

Reach out for my hands now

Reach out for the hands of a ghost

Slept on the sidewalk

I’ve never felt so cold

Slept on the sidewalk

I’ve never felt so cold

I’ll come back for what I’ve left

I pay back a lifetime theft

I’ll come back for what is mine

This life was just one out of nine

Take a look into my eyes now

Take a look into the eyes of a ghost

Reach out for my hands now

Reach out for the hands of a ghost

The eyes of a ghost

I’ll come back for what is mine

This life was just one out of nine