Pretty boy, shining boy, boy with moon-white hair,
eyes full of purpose, mouth full of song.
All dressed up in your red suit like sex-appeal,
but tell me, where you goin’ baby?
I’m looking but I can’t find you.
I’ve been running through the streets of Seoul,
but I’m getting the feeling I’m just chasing after ghosts.
Dispatch says they saw you down in Cheongdam-dong,
lookin’ lost in a convenience store.
They say you rented an apartment there,
two days in December like a clandestine affair,
but tell me, baby, why won’t you give me a call?
I thought I heard you in the midnight hour,
and now I’m running through the streets of Seoul,
but I’m getting the feeling I’m just chasing after ghosts.
I heard a nightingale on MBC,
sweetly murmuring through the radio.
He was looking for love and looking for understanding.
The winters make him sad and the summers make him anxious.
He bought candles while you bought coals,
but, tell me, what did they smell like, baby?
I caught some cedar wood on the wind,
And now I’m running through the streets of Seoul,
but I’m getting the feeling I’m just chasing after ghosts.
Dispatch says you lost the war on a Monday evening,
they say they found you with the coal-fires still burning.
But, tell me baby, aren’t you more than the battle you lost?
I want to tell you that you did well.
I’ve been running through the streets of Seoul,
but now I know that I’ve just been chasing after ghosts.
Gentle boy, earnest boy, boy in his blacked-out room.
You want to be the Man in the Moon.
Nothing more beautiful, you said,
voice soft like a parent’s bedtime story.
But tell me, what did you want me to say, baby?
I want to do something with the love you left me,
so I give it out like candy on the streets of Seoul,
because I’m tired of feeling like I’m just chasing after ghosts.
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