Paroles Ghostwriter Calexico de chanson

[Artiste: Calexico]
[Chanson: Ghostwriter]

Dying of thirst, could I still be alive or worse
Where was I last, parked on the street when a shadow
Was cast
Taking me out, a struggle ensued
What was that hole in my shirt and the blood that
Spilled to the floor
Like a dead man's

Focus is blurred and a voice off camera is heard
The lighting's to blame, tell the assistant director
The same
Pulling away to a final dissolve
Soundtrack provides a lush bed of strings
Before the screen fades to black
And the credits rise above like the soul of
A dead man
Wandering on



Chanson - faute d'orthographe: Canshon, cahnson, chanshon, chancon