Afterglow in a distant world.
The door is open and the lights are cold.
The children come in here and they dare the ghost, like a fire burning in a stove.
Silent light and the feeling´s right.

Phantom cigarette and a silent cry.
The door swings open and it´s cold outside.
Run and hide, run and hide.
They can still see ´em singing on the corner.
Singing songs that never fade away, fade into the kids that come along.
Memory in a silent sea.
Memory on a long retreat.
Like an angel on a balcony.
Like an angel on a balcony.