Got at least one ghost on my key-chain
But the city's haunted anyway
Leave one at the door
Take one with you when you go
Cut to all the excuses we're not making anymore
'Cause they just don't make em like that, no, not anymore
Heard tales of a sea change
Whole entire cities coming down
Such a sudden storm
The wind was at their backs with knives to throw
And even the apologies were plagiarized
Heard of echoes of a keychange
Whole world will shit the bed
But all I ever hear is ringing and a hacking kind of cough