Ruins of Us

The architecture of our quiet domain Built upon the stone of a

nameless trace

Did we open the door to escape the rain

Or to carve our own reflection in this empty space (ahhhh)

This is the circle we designed Safe from the wind but hard

to define Is this a shelter or a beautiful cage We turn

the wheel, we turn the page

The storm is gone,

the dust has aligned No heavy tides to pulling our anchors deep

A perfect grid, so calmly defined While the ancient fire gently falls

asleep

(No waves to fight)

(No heights to fall)

This is the circle we designed

Safe from the wind but hard to define

Is this a shelter or a beautiful cage

We turn the wheel,

we turn the page (ahhhh)