Ghost town, behind the curtain Has made a quilt of the misty night's green Which is appreciated by the teenage burglars Who are showing off at the parking lot scene Unconscious, still they are of the tragic and final Responsibility for the death of a wano Well, although I shouldn't I cling to your suburban wing A deeply troubled Romeo somewhere waits for his lover Who is a sitting duck for the anxious sleep Of a true man to board on tomorrow While she's leaving after hours chasing yesterday's dream And a princess somewhere in a concrete town Is licking paper frogs to borrow luck for an hour Well, although I shouldn't I cling to your suburban wing In a room you're still asleepless by the break in the routine For his Juliet got caught by the sake of her beauty Well, although I shouldn't I cling to your suburban wing Ghost town, we sleep in her beauty For hours in her lowered Venetian blinds While somewhere a low man of duty Dimly dumps the secrets of a news bill sized crime And still the truth is floating in the stream Under the bridges in the world we never know Me and the moon were a witness for Well, although I shouldn't I cling to your suburban wing Yeah, although I shouldn't I cling to your suburban wing Yeah, although I shouldn't I cling to your suburban wing Yeah, although I shouldn't I cling to your suburban wing