Emptiness and blue
Beside the city moon
Empty black cannot translate it all for you
Can't spell it all out to you
Heavy Spanish moss
Will have to do
Hanging veil across the face of the gate
Ancestry of the world
Their names inscribed by death
In a spectral alphabet
Their names look foreign
And they are forgotten by the world again

Emptiness and blue
Beside the city moon
The empty streets cannot remember us all
Cannot recall us all
But knows the Spanish moss
The hanging vеil across the face of the gatе
The ancestors of the world
The promise inscribed by death
In a spectral alphabet
Them words look foreign
And they are forgotten by the world again
Them words look foreign
And they are forgotten by the world again
What they say, could that have kept us out of fiery hands?
What they say, would that have kept us out of fiery hands?