Gaze upon Wisps of white steam rising up On the hill Fires burn
Kneel down And feel the heat of 50 years
Breath deep And smell the stench of sulphurous blight Choke your lungs Burn your eyes
Listen close And hear the rumbling sounds below
And all was still In the mornings dreary blue light As I stood there Cold and alone
Draped in a shroud of sorrowful silence Ruins extend 'long a gray horizon The tides of time have come and gone Washing away all that was Ivy besets the aging stone And shadows grow long in the waning light Effluvium fills the empty streets The air gets cold at the onset of night
Draped in a shroud of sorrowful silence Ruins extend 'long a gray horizon The tides of time have come and gone Washing away all that was And I stand atop this hill At the gates of CentraliaTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
