Texty: Polkadot Cadaver. Haunted Holiday.

Riding on a train that's a future runaway
sleepin in the desert on haunted holiday
and now you're miles behind me
just like the setting sun

Is that the best you can do?
who needs a deathwish?
when all I want is you
there's nothing else we can do
than listen to the rain while staring at the moon

If this is all a dream then don't bother waking me
just let me sleep in this comfortable coma
and as you're standing in the sun
I'll be the ghost just hiding in your shadow

Where do we go from here?
on this desolate highway
so far away from home
here we go again
chasing the ghost on a haunted holiday
blistered by the sun
you are venomous
and I know to stay away
grains of sand are slippin through my hand
as the moments pass away