but i like the texture on your palms
i happen to know a place
not to far away
but its farther than anywhere
lets walk these streets like its a ghost town
operate that old ferris wheel
in the center of the town
well see for miles away
will you come with me for a little while?
slip away from the faces we pretend to know
make our way toward the place
where willows brush the lake
until the sun sets
lets walk these streets like its a ghost town
operate that old ferris wheel
in the center of our lives
well see for miles away
miles and miles unbroken white
