Follow the current through the city that lies in ruins    bottle is washed up but the message is missing    heroes and ghosts, graveyards and buildings    pay the price of admission       haunted for years in a hallway of mirrors    till i step through the window    over the river, coat of feathers sweeping out of view    weigh the difference, the scales are turned    let conscience be so judged       arrows with strings flung from below    striking and reeling you in    tied to mistakes, left there for days    seeing which side you're in    lately i feel so removed    fell back into the ditch i dug    and doing the things i normally do       heroes and ghosts, graveyards and buildings    pay the price of admission    haunted for years in a hallway of mirrors    till i step through the window    lately i feel so removed    doing the things that i do