Take Me Somewhere Nice

Ghosts in the photograph never lied to me. I'd be all of that I'd be all of that. A false memory would be everything. A denial my eliminent. What was that for? What was that for? What would you do if you saw spaceships over Glasgow? Would you fear them? Every aircraft, every camera, is a wish that wasn't granted. What was that for? What was that for? Try to be bad. Try to be bad.