[Verse 1] We stacked the glass into the sky And called the shadow underneath a view We taught the wires to hold our names So we wouldn't have to The river used to tell the time Now it just runs where we let it run We measure summer by the AC bill Not by anything the season's done [Pre-Chorus] We keep moving faster Calling it arrival Every fix we find Just feeds the next survival [Chorus] What will be left when we're gone? What will our children wake up to? A coastline redrawn without our say And a thousand things we knew, we knew We're building tomorrow with both hands And calling the wreckage art So tell me — is all this motion Just a softer word for falling apart? What will be left? What will be left? [Verse 2] We leave the porch light on all night Like brightness is the same as safe We trade an hour of someone's future For a minute we don't have to wait Somewhere a graph gets folded twice So it fits inside the evening news Somewhere a coastline moves a mile And nobody prints the smaller views [Pre-Chorus 2] We say it's not our decade We say the fix is coming We hand the bill to smaller hands Then call their anger "something" [Chorus] What will be left when we're gone? What will our children wake up to? A coastline redrawn without our say And a thousand things we knew, we knew We're building tomorrow with both hands And calling the wreckage art So tell me — is all this motion Just a softer word for falling apart? What will be left? What will be left? [Bridge] Maybe our children won't need to blame us — Maybe blame will feel too slow They'll just hold up an old July And ask us why we let it go Maybe our children's children Will find our voices in a drive Some old recording, calm and certain Explaining why we chose to survive Instead of change We had the warnings We had the numbers We had every reason We had the time So when the drive still plays And somebody finally asks — What did you do with yours? [Final Chorus] What will be left when we're gone? Not just the towers, not just the debt — Every door we didn't open And the ones we locked instead We're building tomorrow with both hands And tomorrow's already here It was never some far horizon — It's the choice we make this year What will be left? What remains When the towers go dark for good And nobody says our names? Will they read us like a warning? Or find one thing worth saving still? [Outro] The city hums beneath its own glow One more satellite drags its line Same old moon above the traffic Watching this generation try We're still here We're still able There's still time — Or so we keep telling the mirror What will be left? What will be left When we're gone?
