In this ruin was a road, in these stones stood
Some man's bome through this pane of glass a light
was glowing into summer nights long past all the quiet years
I've known now lie buried
Somewhere here in the dryness of a peace that flowed so free (once flowing)
in the graveyard of the free in these eyes a pictures still lives
of everything (the lovely world) that was, and inside me
I know that somewhere still survives
and the dark is falling like it's alway fallen and stars still rise anew
but the dawn that follows only show me ruins and the view leaves me so cold
In these broken bones a life (now the strangers rule our space)
That makes do with what he can (you make do with what you can)
In this silence still the echoes of our lives
always rising in my ears still ringing in my ears still ringing