Ghost Cultur - Rydell

The time was lost

In countless wasted days

And hurricanes

Shivers shake fever

Now you can sleep it off

And wake alone

Nothing returned

The life is lost

Smashed from ashtrays

Diamonds

You have burned like fire

Nothing is left now

Faces from your past

Flashing backwards

Do they still call you

(Calls cut off)

Now you have no basis

In other people

Your life is weightless

(Get higher)

Nothing returned

The life is lost

Smashed from ashtrays

Diamonds

You have burned like fire

Nothing is left now

You’re on the run now from the questions

Breaking from your name

Will your shoes last 'til the weekend?

Will it feel the same?

And you don’t know

So you tear out your roots

And you don’t know