There are some ghosts which are dressed in black They walk along the city feeling fine But they don't know the lie That made them shout and cry Some people think they can be satisfied With broken dreams, reality is hard A question keeps them apart: "Why did she break my heart?" Always gone When I'm thinking she is feeling fine No matter what just keep faced to the void They're getting old and cold Still they're not fine at all Electric lights shine on an orange sky The night's confused the morning's always tired The notion of time is gone A clocked mind a wasted life Always gone