In Dallas I Gave My Heart To A Killer

If bullets were bottles
My chamber is loaded
And all I need is the company of the gun
If hearts were like bottles
My floor would be littered
And I know that I’ve broken some

Now I've gotta get back to Memphis Church
To make a promise to my son

If bottles were buildings
My city is empty
Save for shadows running from the light
If bottles were people
I would never be lonely
But empty people are what got me in this fight

Now I gotta get back to Memphis Church
To keep a promise to my son

And I gotta get out of Dallas
Because I know that something’s wrong
I locked the doors in sixty three
And I haven’t seen my son

If bottles were bullets
My chambers are emptied
All I have now is the smoke trailing from the gun
And if hearts were like bottles
My floor would be littered
And I know that I’ve broken one

Now I gotta get back to Memphis Church
So I can see my son my only son

And I gotta get out of Dallas
Because I know that something’s wrong
I locked the doors in sixty three
And I haven’t seen my son

If bullets were bottles
My chamber is empty

And thus begins Fantome'