I've seen the fire deep inside burn out and watched it die.
The dreams that never saw reality or found the light.
So many memories of all we hoped we would become when
we were young just withered away
I'll be holding on to the words I write on these city walls
I'll be holding strong.
We are the missing pieces left here
We are the only sign of light in this Ghost Town we call home
We were the kings and queens of futures, the silent leaders of this town
The adolescent architects. We were the renegades, the opposition.
Somewhere along the way I found you dying there, I asked you who you
were, all you did was shrug.
I'll be holding on to the words I write on these city walls
I'll be holding on to the wounds I mend till the bitter end
I'll be holding on to the words I write on these city walls
I'll be holding strong
We are the missing pieces left here
We are the only sign of light in this Ghost Town we call home
We are the missing pieces left here
We are the end so shine your light on this Ghost Town we call home
We built these dreams from sand just to watch them crumble down
Tied to these fantasies and buried underground

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