From cathedrals of labour
A choir of beggars
Sing those songs of besieged, embattled fools
Anvils rise in the dark
People run from the ashes
All along we've been falling for you
It's hard to see when you've been blinded
By the things you've done
Take our choices, ignore our voices
Why did you have to run?
Perdere
There's a dust from the bones of the absentees
And it's gathered on the branches of a dead apple tree
Anvils rise in the darkness
People run from the ashes
All along we've been tricked by you
It's hard to see when you've been blinded
By the things you've done
Take our choices, ignore our voices
Why did you have to run?
The years have come, but everything else has gone

INVIA LE CORREZIONI