Текст Mark Lanegan – Ghost Stories

Senseless dreams
Pale moments of regret
Did someone scream?
I haven’t heard it yet

My coat is made of many scars
My cage is made of iron bars
My coat is made of scars
A cage of iron bars

Endless fields
Strange mornings of intent
The dealer deals
To the spine that’s bent
The night’s electric radiation
And the ghostly levitation
Make this one thing clear
I’m never really here