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guitarist in the subway sings right near the train dealing with the brake noise squealing drowning his refrain his mobile crowd moves back and forth inside the tunnel's jaws the clatter of the turnstile becomes the boy's applause no radio no tv no gunshots no sound policeman's cars are muted some seven stories down some white noise some breathing the heart will gently pound we lovers isolate our souls inside this quiet town you wouldn't think they knew that we're alive we're just the ghosts of st george's drive a wonder why it always seemed like somehow we imposed a dime for every time they told us sorry but we're closed it drizzles down in chinatown Songtextewhen we hit ming siam's could you provide a place inside for these two holograms chorus would someone please announce that we've arrived here come the ghosts of st george's drive and from this hotel window we view the road below the traffic's light on this wet night and vacancy's aglow the tower chimes eleven times and barely makes a sound while lovers mesh in pale flesh inside this quiet town a juggler on his blades a fat man with his cane almost break each other's path but both of them refrain the man, he keeps on walking the juggler keeps on rolling they tip their hats to a young au pair whose carriage keeps on strolling and not a word was spoken chorus Aus Songtexte Mania