Come and hear the wind blowing long forgotten memories
Through the desolate pedestrian zone
Kiss the breath of the
Barley mash on the
Cemetery stone
Slow Down
Your pulse is so high that it's off the charts
Slow Down
Ghost town
Come and coat your
Sleep with the dust from the
Saturated air in our empty hotel
The echo of long gone friends are caught and saved by the bell
Slow Down
Your pulse is so high that it's off the charts
Slow Down
You'll flick the switch before our summer starts
Slow Down