We carved our dreams in limestone grey Back in eighteen seventy-four Every brick a prayer, every beam a vow Built to stand forevermore Polychromy blazing, gold and red and blue Mosaics from Venice, shining bright and true We signed our names in stone For the ages yet unknown Believing in the hands that come after Will hold what we have sown Now the seafront fades, the new builds crack and peel Plastic dreams dissolving in the rain Balconies fall like broken promises While the tower still calls your name Young hearts with guitars in the dead of night Playing chords that wake the dead The colours return when the music is true Ghosts of the builders stand in the pews Watching, waiting, for you... "Young man, we signed our names in stone because we believed someone, someday, would still care. Do you?" We signed our names in stone Will you carry it on alone? In the echo of the nave, hear the question Do you care? Do you care? Signed in stone... signed in stone...
