This is the city of ghosts, if you look close you will see
A hidden doorway through the trees
Fortune gives and fortune takes away
Makes the brightest light, fade away
There is the weight of sadness here
But sadness is for the living not for the dead
Their souls have left us, their souls are gone
This is the city of smoke, that lifts up from the ground
Up to the sky and drifts back down
Luck was good for them but luck turned bad
What was given was taken back
The lights are on in every room
But dying has the darkness of alone
Their souls have left us, their souls are gone