These Ghosts Video (MV)

These ghosts of our martyrs carry
Toast glasses to chartered lands freed
Ain't no hold on this hitchhike heartbreak
So give it a go once again

I've seen the honey drip from the source
I've paid the money and ran the course
Turned my back on the steady horse
And opted for swollen skin

But now the stage is changing
The scenery's giving way to the set
The bow is broken and blazing
But baby, don't cry for me yet

Ain't got no one left to talk to
My friends have demons and others walk through
Born and raised in Philadelphia
But learned to live life in hell

So give up now and lay down your roses
On the streets of a town that owes us
Nothing more than its breath of fire
That burns through the cracks of the bell

But now the stage is changing
The scenery's giving way to the set
The bow is broken and blazing
But baby, don't cry for me yet