| Song | Ghost-Town Of My Brain |
| Artist | Jim White |
| Album | No Such Place |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : White | |
| I like to go out walking in the ghost-town of my brain. | |
| Kick the rusted scrap-iron of my memories and dreams. | |
| Yeah, here's a busted compass...look, the needle's standing still. | |
| Much as some folks hate to lose their way, me, | |
| I pray to | |
| God that I will. | |
| I got a confession; | |
| I never ever had no appetite for pain. | |
| So it's a mystery to me why | |
| I like walking in the ghost-town...ghost-town of my brain. | |
| I'm on a coal train headed south, guess we're bound for | |
| Birmingham. | |
| Thick as thieves with a black girl twice as messed-up as | |
| I am. The smile upon her face betrays the sorrow in her heart. | |
| Like the testimony of a fun house mirror that some fool broke apart. | |
| Girl listen here; you're just a leaf caught in | |
| God's secret hurricane. | |
| And on this cold and dark wild midnight you are dancing in the ghost-town...ghost-town of my brain. | |
| Feel them magnets in the shadows? | |
| Hear the voice of tranger virtue? | |
| Take no comforts with them specters 'cause you know that they can hurt you. | |
| Sweet mother load of secrets, feed my wild and endless hunger. | |
| Seek the misty trail beyond the veil where the world gets torn asunder. | |
| Gimme needles in the haystacks, | |
| Lord and riddles in the rain... 'cause | |
| I like to go out walking in the ghost-town...ghost-town of my brain. |
| zuo ci : White | |
| I like to go out walking in the ghosttown of my brain. | |
| Kick the rusted scrapiron of my memories and dreams. | |
| Yeah, here' s a busted compass... look, the needle' s standing still. | |
| Much as some folks hate to lose their way, me, | |
| I pray to | |
| God that I will. | |
| I got a confession | |
| I never ever had no appetite for pain. | |
| So it' s a mystery to me why | |
| I like walking in the ghosttown... ghosttown of my brain. | |
| I' m on a coal train headed south, guess we' re bound for | |
| Birmingham. | |
| Thick as thieves with a black girl twice as messedup as | |
| I am. The smile upon her face betrays the sorrow in her heart. | |
| Like the testimony of a fun house mirror that some fool broke apart. | |
| Girl listen here you' re just a leaf caught in | |
| God' s secret hurricane. | |
| And on this cold and dark wild midnight you are dancing in the ghosttown... ghosttown of my brain. | |
| Feel them magnets in the shadows? | |
| Hear the voice of tranger virtue? | |
| Take no comforts with them specters ' cause you know that they can hurt you. | |
| Sweet mother load of secrets, feed my wild and endless hunger. | |
| Seek the misty trail beyond the veil where the world gets torn asunder. | |
| Gimme needles in the haystacks, | |
| Lord and riddles in the rain... ' cause | |
| I like to go out walking in the ghosttown... ghosttown of my brain. |
| zuò cí : White | |
| I like to go out walking in the ghosttown of my brain. | |
| Kick the rusted scrapiron of my memories and dreams. | |
| Yeah, here' s a busted compass... look, the needle' s standing still. | |
| Much as some folks hate to lose their way, me, | |
| I pray to | |
| God that I will. | |
| I got a confession | |
| I never ever had no appetite for pain. | |
| So it' s a mystery to me why | |
| I like walking in the ghosttown... ghosttown of my brain. | |
| I' m on a coal train headed south, guess we' re bound for | |
| Birmingham. | |
| Thick as thieves with a black girl twice as messedup as | |
| I am. The smile upon her face betrays the sorrow in her heart. | |
| Like the testimony of a fun house mirror that some fool broke apart. | |
| Girl listen here you' re just a leaf caught in | |
| God' s secret hurricane. | |
| And on this cold and dark wild midnight you are dancing in the ghosttown... ghosttown of my brain. | |
| Feel them magnets in the shadows? | |
| Hear the voice of tranger virtue? | |
| Take no comforts with them specters ' cause you know that they can hurt you. | |
| Sweet mother load of secrets, feed my wild and endless hunger. | |
| Seek the misty trail beyond the veil where the world gets torn asunder. | |
| Gimme needles in the haystacks, | |
| Lord and riddles in the rain... ' cause | |
| I like to go out walking in the ghosttown... ghosttown of my brain. |