We built these walls of stone, and then they crumble back to dust.
We spin these tales of love, out of trust and hope and hope.
Underneath our walls, where our demons have their home.
The truth can be exposed, there's a strength in letting go.
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh.
It's too blind.
Dreaming of a view, from an empire in the sky.
Golden gates can wait, where the dust turns back to light.
And the sense of time will shift, and the rivers and the flow.
When our hearts grow tired and cold, there's a strength in letting go.
Oh, oh, oh, oh.
It's too blind.
Dreaming of a view, from an empire in the sky.
Golden gates can wait, where the dust turns back to light.
And the sense of time will shift, and the rivers and the flow.
When our hearts grow tired and cold, there's a strength in letting go.
Oh, oh, oh, oh.
It's too blind.
Dreaming of a view, from an empire in the sky.
Oh, oh, oh, oh.
Oh, oh.
