Lyrics

Keep your eye on the ball. Nice level swing Keep your feet on the ground, nevermind that sound and ignore that sting From here I will disappear. I won't fail To a man with only a hammer every problem looks like a nail This ghost town is nothing but hollow The callow are trained to carry and follow Bitter and fallow, empty if not shallow No such thing as tomorrow From here I will disappear. I won't fail To a man with only a hammer every problem looks like a nail From here my wearying ghost will be carried And here the last traces of sunlight are buried Where is the sun? Where is everyone?