I've been walking on these streets so long
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I don't know where they're going to lead anymore
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But I think I must have seen a ghost
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I don't know if it's my illusions that keep me alive
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I don't know what I've seen
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Was it all an illusion?
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All a mirage gone bad?
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I'm tired of evil
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And all that it feeds
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But I don't know
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I've been drifting on this wave so long
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I don't know if it's already crashed on the shore
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And I've been riding on this train so long
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I can't tell if it's you or me who's driving us into the ground
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I don't know if I'm sane
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But there's a ghost in my heart
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Who's trying to see in the dark
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I'm tired of people who only want to be pleased
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But I still want to please you
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And I heard of that Japanese girl
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Who jumped into the volcano
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Was she trying to make it back?
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Back into the womb of the world?
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I've been drinking all these tears so long
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All I've got left is the taste of salt in my mouth
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I don't know where I've been
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But I know where I'm going
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To that volcano
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I don't want to fall in though
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Just want to warm my bones
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On that fire a while
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Volcano
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