I can see the ghosts of those who walked these roads in years before I can hear the countless dramas played out in between these walls I can feel the hopes and plans of those who ran along these halls I can hear the creak of eaves arrive and leave across these floors On the street the ringing of the feet vibrates Then the rain washes it away - blank slate Do you see what I see? Do you feel the things I feel? Are you in tune with me? Do you think it might be real? I can sense what one tree meant to Lovers, fighters, thieves and stoats I can find the signs of minds inscribed in stone or scratched on posts Thoughts arrive upon the wind, I pluck them out and hold them close I can thank the riverbank for hosting all my favourite ghosts In the haze - a city overlaid with days One stone stage - we come and go away, it stays Do you see what I see? Do you feel the things I feel? Are you in tune with me? Do you think it might be real?