Текст Calexico – Man Made Lake

I’m gonna walk these streets
Of cold concrete
Like I’m a ghost
Searching for its grave

Then I’ll dwell by the edge of this man made lake
And descend into the city
That holds no place for me

But the streets
With no stir of life
And all the houses on the streets
Are wholly submerged

Then I’ll gather the leaves from cell phone trees
And return them
To their place
And pretend someone’s calling for me