Lyrics:

Is this a dying trade?
The end of a real thing?
A life-long crusade to be known

If only our old friend could see
If only you could wake the ghost that sleeps in me

Are we a dying breed?
The last of the real thing?
Servants dressed in gold saying 'we're owed'.

If only our old friend could see
If only you could wake the ghost that sleeps in me