The figure fades to ground
she hangs her head like saturday
your skyscraper hearts
they rise and fall and fade away
and you're left selling secrets
chasing ghosts down empty hallways
there're pretty girls in skirts on nine and five
and nothing's changed
she moves the silence
and quiets tragedy
if the dead could speak now
we'd be the ghosts in the machine
she's pretty isn't she?
we become everything we need
if the dead could speak now...
you've already lost me
i'm on floor four and fading
breathing like a porcelain doll
so come and cure me lady
killing off the past and now
and all your neon nights, electric lives
they'll never save you
alone he cuts the lights
the pixels scream as he descends
she moves the silence
and drugs down tragedy
if the dead could speak now
we'd be the ghosts in the machine
she's pretty isn't she?
we become everything we need
if the dead could speak now...
you've already lost me
