Streets are empty. 
The ghosts of winter pass me by. 

Lights shine brightly, 
this concrete helps my dreams to die. 
I feel empty, 
a stranger in my own body. 
By this time next year 
I don't think that you'll remember my name. 
I'm just a skeleton inside your closet 
tearing away at your foundation.

We all crumble beneath skyscrapers. 
My heart's written on loose-leaf paper. 
Rip it out and throw it away. 
(Throw it away. You won't stay) 
This will be my final song.

Streets are empty. 
The ghosts of winter pass me by. 
Streets are empty. 
The ghosts of winter pass me by. 
Streets are empty. 
The ghosts of winter pass me by.
Streets are empty. 
The ghosts of winter pass me by.

My tongue's weary. 
I write these lines to pass the time. 
Can you hear me? 
My cry for help will pass you by.