Ghost Town from misc by Sad South Italy

Your dark basement, down the stairs
where we'd sleep so unaware of anything

My eyes drifted to the dirt-caked stitches in your shirt.
Did you want a change of clothes?
you said no, I said ok.
I said ok
are you ok?

You found solace here but I've grown restless, dear.
The air is growing thin

All these things that you hold so sacred, let them go
Why so sentimental?
is that alright? are you alright?

well I know this town like the back of my hand, but I won't die here.
i won't die here
yeah I know this town like the back of my hand, but I won't die here
no I can't die here
no we won't die here

we won't die here

• Acoustic
• folk
• italy
• sad
• south
• Frisco