Song Description
Haunting, surf-twang production and a moody lyric about the hopelessness of our times, all set in the backdrop of a metropolis at night.
| Song Length |
3:18 |
Genre |
Unique - Unclassified, Pop - Alternative |
| Tempo |
Medium (111 - 130) |
Lead Vocal |
Male Vocal |
| Mood |
Incensed, Gloomy |
Subject |
Change |
| Language |
English |
Era |
2000 and later |
Lyrics
The night. It comes on like a dream
I turn up my collar as I head into the cold
Of the twilight's last gleaming.
There's strangers all around
A quiet desperation fills their empty eyes, another day goes down
They wait and they walk and they run
From imaginary lives
But they don't feel a thing
They're just ghosts in paradise.
I walk. "Mister can you spare a dime?"
While the lights of million dollar windows flicker in his eyes
And then forgotten dreams walk by
A baby's born tonight
Across the way two lovers kiss and from a taxi someone cries, 'goodbye'.
We wait and we walk and we run
From imaginary lives
But we don't feel a thing
We're just ghosts in paradise.
I don't know where we're going, I don't know where to call
When the cities start to crumble and the towers fall
Didn't we have it all?
I wait and I walk and I run
From my imaginary life
But I don't feel a thing
I'm just a ghost in paradise.