[Intro: Solo creaky cello] [Verse 1: Brittle male vocals, near silence] The sky is a bruised and heavy grey Where a wounded sun bleeds through the haze The oceans hold a glass of black And there is no map to lead us back The cities are skeletons, ribcages of steel Stripped of the pulse that they used to feel. [Pre-Chorus: Brittle male vocals, near silence] We traded the garden for a crown of rust Now everything holy is settling to dust The clocks have all stopped at a quarter to none And the final race is already run. [Chorus: Low cello notes, Low-register monotone] Oh, let the embers rain like snow On the places where we used to grow The earth is a furnace, the sky is a tomb We planted the fire and we harvested doom No prayers to whisper, no gods left to hear Just the sound of the silence to scream in my ear. [Verse 2: Brittle male vocals, near silence] The libraries burn in a fever of gold With stories of heroes no longer told The silence is heavy, the silence is deep A promise the planet was forced to keep We thought we were masters, we thought we were tall But the ash doesn't care who started the fall. [Bridge: Spoken word, dry, wind sound effect] Listen... Can you hear the wind? It isn't screaming anymore. It’s just... breathing. Finally, it’s just breathing. [instrumental fade out on one single note]
