From carvings to sketches, calls that gain form The shape of the lips, the place of the tongue Passed over time to say what we thought
From carvings to sketches, sounds given form A sign that relates to a meaning we learn Passed over time to say what we thought
Murmurs on the walls, the shifting of footfall The world shakes from a faint birdcall Over ash we learn to crawl We carry on and blindly stumble forth
From shoreline to skyline, from buildings to walls Our words lay the stones and our words cause the fall This world seems much harder than we first thought
From shoreline to skyline, past borders and walls Words bearing weight are so carelessly thrown This world seems much harder than we first thought
Murmurs on the walls, the shifting of footfall The world just shakes from a faint birdcall Over ash we learn to crawl We carry on and blindly stumble forth
We came, we saw, we conquered and we’ll fall, and what then?