Behind me was a ghost town
Burning up in the summer sun
A lonely scarecrow in the brown
The trees covered up his smile
There on the other side
Of a quiet harbour pier
A man awaiting a twisted hero
The town of ash
Fire of the sun
Desolate voices call cheery
Silhouettes Of soldiers hum
And as the evening closes
The doors of the dusty shops slam
Loud as an exclamation mark
Time comes to a full stop
Out to the blue abyss
Where a lighthouse shines
Lowly in the dark
In the town of ash
Phantom of the sun
Desolate voices crying
The ghosts Of soldiers hum
Don't associate with this place
Run away, leave us be
Don't let your spirit become stagnant
Let adventure set you free