Text: Ghostland Observatory. Delete.delete.i.eat.meat. Silver City.

Well, I don't come from the city
I came here on the train
In search of something pretty
It's my heart I have to blame

Well, I don't come from the city
I came here on the train
In search of something pretty
It's my heart I have to blame

Well, I think that I have found myself out of line
And I think that we have lost ourselves forever more

Well, I don't come from the city
I came here on the train
In search of something pretty
It's my heart I have to blame

Well, I think that I have found myself out of line
And I think that we have lost ourselves forever more

Ooh yeah yeah