lowlands

Ghosts in This Town

03:10
LOWLANDS
Edward Abbiati

Story

Written in London, on St George's day, when I was too far away from a funeral I should have been at. I looked for trouble and found it.

Lyrics

The Last Call | GHOSTS IN THIS TOWN

There are ghosts in this town
There are ghosts all around
Some are buried in my head
Others in the ground
I see them in my dreams
I see them in the streets
Hear them howl at the moon
And I wonder if I will join them soon

There Are Ghosts in this town
There are ghosts all around
I got lost looking for you
Through different shades of blue
I was standing lost and wet
Out on St George’s day
Not knowing if it would be okay
And if we’d ever make it out of the rain

Dark Night Orange Sky
Sometimes I wonder why we Even Try
Well I roamed all over town
And I ordered another round
I did all it was I could do
To get away from you
I dug myself hole
And threw away my soul
Still ended up bleeding at your door
Lord I can’t take this anymore

He carried you for your last promenade
Read from the bible as they lay you in the shade

I stand every night, out on the bridge
Watch the cars rush on by see you standing there
For you I’ll sing this song
For you I’ll carry on
Down the road
Through this dark old night
Till I see you again

Dark Night Orange Sky
Sometimes I wonder why we Even Try

Edward Abbiati: vocals
Simone Fratti: bass
Chiara Giacobbe: violin
Francesco Verrastro: acoustic & electric guitars
Mike Brenner: lap steel
Steven Berrevoets: drums