Deep sable skies with edges of blue Looking up to all the constellations We see the shapes of things they once knew Portraits they drew, ancient conversations
And now what's in our heads Each thought a story we're living within Writer tell us how the story ends Will we rise up to the sky or be the ruins of the land
Fragments assembled, vessels of clay Bits of the ways of the ones before us Carvings of stone and structures they made Weather away as the time moves forward
And now what's in our heads Each thought a story we're living within Writer tell us how the story ends Will we rise up to the sky or be the ruins of the land
And we're all echoes of their fate And what of all the things we make Which ones will go Which ones will time forsake
And now what's in our heads Each thought a story we're living within Writer tell us how the story ends Will we rise up to the sky or be the ruins of the landTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
