Tekster: Pearl Jam. Ghost.

The mind is grey,... like the city Packing in and overgrown Love is deep,... dig it out Standing in a hole alone Working for something,.. that we can never hold A place in the clouds. Your place to hide oh my oh I'm flying away, away I'm driving away, away The TV, she talks to me Breaking news and building walls Selling us, what I don't need Didn't know soap made you taller So I'm riding away, away Hiding away, away So much talk it makes no sense at all So I'm flying away, away Driving away, away Passing old friends I don't miss at all It doesn't hurt,.. when I bleed But memories they eat me I've seen it all before,.. Bring it on cause I'm no victim Dying Dying