In the ruins of a silent world We stood beneath a dying moon No prayers left No voices heard Only flowers in the dust I saw your shadow through the rain A little ghost in blue and black Holding hope inside your hands Like it would never fade away True belief In the coldest night True belief Still burning quietly The city sleeps beneath the ash Broken towers touch the sky But somewhere in the fading dark Small eyes still shine No gods came No angels spoke Still we walked among the smoke And every step we left behind Bloomed into white flowers
