Look out to the coast, look out for the ghosts
Its those old posts that will chase you the most
While you make a toast ice cubes and frost
In your glass fine taste kept a high cost
Just tell yourself its worth all that's lost

Faust broke bread at your table
Took your hand and wrote your label
Sable eyes dead but working and able
Job with ties has you working and stable
Odd that its all lies faker than fables