Culminated ruins of a distant past
Looking into child’s eyes that can’t hide what couldn’t last
Dripping cracked volcanos should never see their past
Looking into bedrooms that you know you shouldn’t rest
Stars that won't heal and(are?) stars that went past(fast?)
Standing at these rooftops never getting anywhere
Leave it to the pigeons but all they do is stare
Feelings flash before you like the distant angels care
Columnated ruins now you know you’ve gone too fast
Seeing distant chimneys in the raping of the past
If I could hear the language you made
Above the clouds above the terrain
If I could see what you wanted me to see
Would you ever have spoken
Above the plotted plain
Would you ever have spoken
Would you ever have spoken
Above the plotted plain?