if my memory serves when we let things like love slide, we got what we, what we deserve. this weathered statue speaks to me. when we turned to stone im haunted by the ghosts of pittsburgh. if my memory learns then we'll repave roads we left overturned. cause what tarnishes silver is sure to break bone. when we felt frayed by those words im haunted by the ghosts of pittsburgh. to say i never learn would be a lie, even to this day i wont say good bye . despite what we learned there are ghosts left unburried in pittsburgh.