We built these walls around our city, to fight the change brought by the rising tide. Its not your weaknesses that scare me, its the loss of strength and the shaking in your voice. Like Autumn leaves, clinging to a dying tree, waiting on the wind to carry us away. Through changing seasons and dead landscapes, no lights we see to guide us home.
All we have lost, and all we leave behind. No light we see to guide us through the darkness. No safe harbor for a ship thats dragging anchor. No lights in the darkness to guide us back to home.
No golden sandy beaches or lit ember skies, the lights just go out.
Waiting on the sea to change and carry me away. Waiting on the sea to change and carry me away. Carry me away.
The lights just go out. The lights just go out. Every clock must stop, and every shadow grows long.