We built this place with high hopes, blood on our hands A giant on our shoulders and maps of unfound land God would give his blessings in a language I don't speak A blessing for the waking, the tired and the weak A promise of a new day, born with every little seed And gardens growing over with snow white baby thimbleweed
Then came the first eruptions and everybody was amazed A triumph for the structure and all the memories it erased But structures are forever and do not care about the mind We hid behind our eyelids in fear of what we'd find Now everyone was sleeping heavier than ever before As broken vows and dead dreams washed upon a silver shore
I sat there by the window as the hours turned to years And never gave up hoping there would be something for me here Now everyone was waiting for a day that never came And wherever the wind blew, the sky would stay the sameTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
