Cities are stones People aren't important People breed and die They come and they go Faithless
But stones are true They don't die They don't go anywhere
Stones talk like our fathers talk Languages of hope & fear that we don't understand Like poetry
Nobody understands Nobody understands All the words that we've cherished for so long fall on deaf ears Children, hear our hopes and fears Hope and fear
In awful solitude they and we speak past each other whispering in the dark strange talk
Nobody understands Nobody understands All the words that we've cherished for so long fall on deaf ears Children, hear our hopes and fears Hope and fear
The sun sets and people flee and in the surrounding hills they huddle against the empty darkness around suburban campfires Above in the sky the stars come undone Below in the city there's nothing but strange talk It feels like all the faded hopes that never were