This is where it happened. We used to go there all the time. Now there's empty buildings. Decomposing in the evening sun.. While those look like fountains.
Coming from afar and heading for the sun. I think of us when we were molecules. Sleeping in the dark and like a loaded gun. Waiting for reactions to occur.
I'm running down the stairs. I'm running down the stairs. I'm running down the stairs. To catch it, trap it in a lens, oh, don't let it get away. . I'm running down the stairs.
I gotta listen to the echo. Cause it seems like there's someone. Someone listening. I gotta pay a close attention,. To what's out there in the distance.
Feel the gray and gold. And they run marvel sky. You have enough ?. It goes on for miles. . My, oh, my, the stars. It transcends my silver line. Like spider webs.
I found some mantle like specimens we had to explain what we found. But the wasteland, the possibility is. Playing tricks in my mind. So I look away, I look away sometimes.