City Ghosts from Lost by Looking For Alaska

I’m on the search for endearment. The search for happiness. The universe in your eyes. You fell to the deepest well of the city. These ghosts will make you feel alive. They pick you up, they let you fall. Another time. Another year. In this fearful town nothings clear.

Let’s go.

Bags of hopes and desires in my life. Nothing else matters. Take my hand pack your bags. We’re going home.

Back to the place we want to see. Back to the place we call our own. Our lives will never be the same.

I’m on the search for endearment. The search for happiness. The universe in your eyes. You fell to the deepest well of the city. These ghosts will make you feel alive. They pick you up, they let you fall.
Another time. Another year. In this fearful town nothings clear.

Don’t blink don’t close your eyes. This is not where my dreams lie.
Don’t blink don’t close your eyes. This is not where my dreams lie.
Don’t blink don’t close your eyes. This is not where my dreams lie.
Don’t blink don’t close your eyes. This is not where my dreams lie.

There’s so much more. There’s so much more. Look past the horizons.

The fire burns brighter when there’s something to burn.

I’m on the search for endearment. The search for happiness. The universe in your eyes. You fell to the deepest well of the city. These ghosts will make you feel alive. They pick you up, they let you fall. Another time. Another year. In this fearful town nothings clear.

Another time. Another year. In this fearful town nothings clear. Another time. Another year. In this fearful town nothings clear. Nothings clear.

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