Everyone here's in trouble
The man with the megaphone
Smoke and mirrors
I looked down and I didn't know what to think
Vapor
There are ghosts in here
They are stuck in the middle
Midnight
Shining like a work of art
Hanging on a wall of
I closed the door and stepped into the city
The city
Turnaround, every now and then I get a
little bit lonely
Two of us riding nowhere
Spending someone's hard earned pay
You and