Phantoms

Will you meet me there
In the middle of the street
We’ll move like apparitions
In the middle of the night

Moonlight illuminate me
Hideout from car lights
Dance like the Phantoms
One more time

I want to run away
Grip your fists, pursed lips I know
Hold me like its Winter
I see the tracks in the snow

Something happened here
In the middle of the street
The wind of severed trees
A ghost learning to see

We were born into the suburbs
To houses, we will never own
Halfway in between
We can be anything
That’s what I was told

I don’t want to be King of your small town
This city Is bigger than me