NYC Ghosts & Flowers

In a free lane ghosts passing time Heat rises, lights through the town Blown soundscapes, blue city eyes Black lightning, new angel flies Make a free line to the northern sky Holy rain falls, ghosts burn to shine Elevator reach for the light Intuitio

When the phone rang, 3 in the morning, dead middle of night There was nuthin on the line I set back the silent receiver tiny flames lit in my head Hey did any of you freaks here ever remember lenny? I can't remember his last name He's turned to dust

Best and sexy, what was it anyway? Jean-Michel, what was it anyway? Saw you there, what was it anyway? Kneel right down, what was it anyway? Guitar on the ground, what was it anyway? Lost your hand, what was it anyway? Hipsters stand, what was it any