You walk the rusted iron gate
The autumn air is cold and straight
You find the path through dead brown grass
And watch the frozen moments pass
You stare into the glass water blue
The only ghost who knows what is true
You wait for one more ripple to glide
With nowhere left for a secret to hide
The ticket booths are peeling paint
The laughter here is thin and faint
You track the scent of old grease fries
Underneath the charcoal colored skies
The roller coaster sleeps in rust
The velvet seats are thick with dust
You keep your distance from the light
And blend into the coming night
You stare into the glass water blue
The only ghost who knows what is true
You wait for one more ripple to glide
With nowhere left for a secret to hide
The water glows a strange neon green
The cleanest thing that you have ever seen
You dip your hand in the chemical chill
And feel the world suddenly stand still
You count the hours by the moon
The winter wind will be here soon
You watch the surface break in two
Just like the way I'm watching you
You stare into the glass water blue
The only ghost who knows what is true
You wait for one more ripple to glide
With nowhere left for a secret to hide
Glass water blue.
I'm watching you.
Glass water blue.
