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(ahhhh) Is there anyone left
In the quiet of the dust
Underneath the rusted frame of us
We buried what we used to trust
Ash is falling on the empty streets
Where your ghost and my shadow meet
The sky is cold and gray
You washed away
In the ruins of the world we made I still see your
light begin to fade Nothing grows inside this empty space But I'm
still searching for your face
The towers crumbled to the ground
A quiet world without a sound
I keep the fragments in my hand
An empire built on sinking sand
In the ruins of the world we made
I still see your light begin to fade Nothing grows inside this
empty space But I'm still searching for your face
Searching for your face (hummmm)