this is the parking lot where she took my picture

when we had a tuesday night to kill

she asked me if i’d stay over after

must have been a holy roll of film

this is the coffee shop where she used to kiss me

on the rainy mornings when i’d leave

i thought the coffee tasted bitter

i thought the kisses tasted sweet

tumbleweeds and siren sounds

our love is a ghost town now

nothing growing from the ground

our love is a ghost town now

doors are hanging off the hinges

plastic bags and old syringes

do you ever wonder how

our love could be a ghost town now

the other day it would have been our six months

i didn’t think about you once all day

i never would have seen that coming

from a million miles away

tumbleweeds and siren sounds

our love is a ghost town now

nothing growing from the ground

our love is a ghost town now

doors are hanging off the hinges

plastic bags and old syringes

do you ever wonder how

our love could be a ghost town now

this wasn’t what i wanted

one day we were happy the next we were haunted

spent all my savings on a stupid ransom

you know that you’re still my favorite phantom

i sang loud so you could hear it

i was singing to a spirit

i am singing to a spirit

tumbleweeds and siren sounds

our love is a ghost town now

nothing growing from the ground

our love is a ghost town now

doors are hanging off the hinges

plastic bags and old syringes

do you ever wonder how

our love could be a ghost town now

i am singing to a spirit

i am singing to a spirit