Stars The Ghost Of Genova Heights
He hoped to be remembered as the one who told his men to turn back
And go where he'd begun
Roses are the flower he would prefer
Scatter all his ashes on the pier
Genova Heights, Genova Heights
Are hard to leave, are hard to leave
The bedroom lights of Genova Heights are hard to leave
You did wrong that you thought was good, and now you're back in the neighbourhood
I see you when I never should, now you're back in the neighbourhood
You did wrong that you thought was good, and now you're back in the neighbourhood
I see you when I never should, now you're back in the neighbourhood
He taps upon the glass when I'm asleep, so now I keep my window closed at night
S.O.S. in morse code when the wind blows, he is waiting for his moment to be right
Genova Heights, Genova Heights
Are hard to leave, are hard to leave
The endless nights of Genova Heights are hard to leave, so hard to leave...
You did wrong that you thought was good, and now you're back in the neighbourhood
I see you when I never should, now you're back in the neighbourhood
You did wrong that you thought was good, and now you're back in the neighbourhood
I see you when I never should, now you're back in the neighbourhood
