Calexico
Ghostwriter
Dying of thirst
Could i still be alive or worse Where was i last
Parked on the street when a shadow was cast Taking me out, when a struggle ensued What was that hole in my shirt
And the blood that spilled to the floor Like a dead man's The focus is blurred
And the voice off camera is heard And the lighting's to blame
Tell the assistant director the same Pulling away to a final dissolve Soundtrack provides a lush bed of strings Before the screen fades to black And the credits rise above
Like the soul of a dead man Wandering on Like a dead man Wandering on
From Letras Mania