"You know, darling... people used to talk about the future like it was a dream. They said the world was full of hope. But now, as I look at the clock on the wall, I realize the system is just... turning off. And we’re going right along with it. It only took one button. Just one. And nobody even cares who was right anymore." The world was grand and full of grace, But now there’s dust across her face. The wires are cut, the power’s gone, We’re fading out before the dawn. A trembling hand, a final choice, The end of every human voice. The ash begins to drift and fall, While silence settles over all. Oh, do you hear the sirens wail? A lonely song, a tragic tale. Can’t you feel that steady beat? The sound of ruin in the street. There is no place for us to run, Underneath a dying sun. Just a ghost within a cry, As the world says its goodbye. Why should we weep or try to flee? There’s nothing left for you and me. The home we loved is lost to flame, With no one left to speak its name. The fields are grey, the trees are bare, With poison hanging in the air. No seed will grow, no flower bloom, Inside this quiet, dusty room. The victor thinks he’s won the game, But every land looks just the same. The metal birds fly far too fast, To make this moment be our last. No revolution, no new start, Just the breaking of a heart. The clock has stopped, the wind is cold, The final story has been told. Oh, do you hear the sirens wail? A lonely song, a tragic tale. Can’t you feel that steady beat? The sound of ruin in the street. There is no place for us to run, Underneath a dying sun. Just a ghost within a cry, As the world says its goodbye. "Just a ghost... just a ghost in the wind... goodbye, my dear." Song Text ©: Thorsten Försterling
