Ghost town behind the curtain
Has made a quilt of the misty night screen
Which is appreciated by the teenage burglars
Who are showing off at the parking lot scene
Unconscious still they are of their tragic and final
Responsibility for the death of a whino
Well, although I shouldn't I cling to you suburban wing A deeply troubled Romeo somewhere waits for his lover
Who is a sitting duck for the anxious sleep
Of her true man to board on tomorrow
While she's leaving after hours, chasin yesterdays dream
And a princess somewhere in her concrete tower
Is licking paper frogs to borrow luck for an hour
Well, although I shouldn't I cling to you suburban wing And her Romeo still is sleepless by the break in the routine
For his Juliette got caught by the sake of her beauty
Well, although I shouldn't I cling to you suburban wing Ghost town we sleep in her beauty
For hours in her lowered venetian blinds
While, somewhere a lawman of duty
Dimply dumps the secret, of a news bill sized crime
And still the truth is floating in the stream under the bridges
And the world will never know, me and the moon were a witness
For although I shouldn't I cling to you suburban wing
Yes, although I shouldn't I cling to you suburban wing...