My Ghost Town

MY GHOST TOWN

My precious rose is dying down
Too blind to see the world spinnin' round
My precious rose is dying down
Her velvet petals withered on the ground

Scattered days lying on a rusted crown
Scattered nights like tears of a clown
I count them all like crows in the sky
Through the clouds of my ghost town

My precious rose is dying down
The gnome in the garden wears my old crown
My precious rose is dying down
On his stone face there's a frown

Scattered petals I'll receive in hay
Scattered tears I know in the end I will pay
I count them all like crows in the sky
Through the clouds of my ghost town