The figure fades to ground

she hangs her head like saturday

your skyscraper hearts

they rise and fall and fade away

and you're left selling secrets

chasing ghosts down empty hallways

there're pretty girls in skirts on nine and five

and nothing's changed

she moves the silence

and quiets tragedy

if the dead could speak now

we'd be the ghosts in the machine

she's pretty isn't she?

we become everything we need

if the dead could speak now...

you've already lost me

i'm on floor four and fading

breathing like a porcelain doll

so come and cure me lady

killing off the past and now

and all your neon nights, electric lives

they'll never save you

alone he cuts the lights

the pixels scream as he descends

she moves the silence

and drugs down tragedy

if the dead could speak now

we'd be the ghosts in the machine

she's pretty isn't she?

we become everything we need

if the dead could speak now...

you've already lost me

you've already lost me