Lyrics Soundboard Fiction - Ghost Town

Ooh this ice feels good in my hands
Can't seem to beat the summer heat
Frying here beside you on the floor
Sweat dripping down to our feet

Talking about the plans we've made
Big ol house with central air
Front porch for the rainy days
A pile of bills but we won't care

Blazing sun is stopped at noon for hours
Can’t think of one damn thing to say
Everything we promised was just dirt
Now I’m too tired to walk away

Talking about the plans we made
Hand in hand on some tropic shore
But something’s always in our way
Guess it don’t matter anymore

Anymore!

Chorus:
And this feels like a ghost town
Feels like a ghost town
And this feels like a lonely breakdown
Feels like a ghost town

Thermostat must be stuck on Hell
Heat blisters on these empty streets
Squeaky fan, it wobbles round and round
Sweat raining down on our feet

What about those plans we made
Said with eyes so sincere
Built a house from blood and stone
Now I can’t stand it staying here