We are torn here On this roadway In this corroded year We are born there
This falls away Gone-bone-bare And when you said Life and its moments The words spilled out They were already dead
And so many memories Make for so many graves Arranging the visions In silent communities In sterile rooms Or upon a frozen field Footsteps leave no trace Yet still the echoes bloom
Yet still The echoes bloom
And so many memories Make for so many graves Arranging the visions In silent communities And when you said Life and its moments The words spilled out They were already dead
They were already dead
And when gods die Does all dissolve? And when gods die What does evolve