Calexico - Ghostwriter lyrics

Dying of thirst, could I still be alive or worse Where was I last, parked on the street when a shadow Was cast Taking me out, a struggle ensued What was that hole in my shirt and the blood that Spilled to the floor Like a dead man's Focus is blurred and a voice off camera is heard The lighting's to blame, tell the a**istant director The same Pulling away to a final dissolve Soundtrack provides a lush bed of strings Before the screen fades to black And the credits rise above like the soul of A dead man Wandering on