Follow the current through the city that lies [bad word] 
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