| Geistermanier |
|---|
| The coffe is black |
| And the air is stale |
| It matches with the color |
| Of your hair |
| In our dimension |
| Your hands are cold |
| But your heart is free |
| Your lungs got heavy |
| Of the smoking city |
| Bit did I mention |
| I will stay here |
| Yeah, I will stay here |
