Magazines Songtext
von Western Haunts

Water to fill a wishing well
Air we can breathe in daydreams

Are these the ties that bind?
Or weigh us down?
Sell off your pack of lies
Old hand me downs


Bred by the ghosts of bright lights
Are we burnt out
Born Holding on to the hope
Now it′s all gone
What we imagined, lost

Harder to sell a fairytale
I still believe in magazines

Boxed in, frozen in time
Come break us down
Oh how the years slip by
Our college town