Yeah, ayy A faint ghost through the raindrops, pace a frozen train stop I've changed a lot since a waiter jotted "Strange Lot" I quit the day job, traded it for a day dream Basically feel the same though, maybe little less angry I'm not sure, maybe little less bankrupt Maybe little more fucking, but lately a lot less make love I cue the tape up, fade off into a made up World that I've had one foot in as long as I can remember A lonely town that I walk around in to fix my head up Dry water fountains and dirty pigeon feathers A rusty breeze that whispers you listening Mr Sentry Every scrap of litter's a love letter my exes sent me I'm barely here no more, I barely hear no more My mind is reeling, watch it like a cinema Cloud city citizen sitting here smoking cigarettes Cynical people talk at me, pity my mind's in Pripyat