Cities are stones
People aren't important
People breed and die
They come and they go
Faithless
But stones are true
They don't die
They don't go anywhere
Stones talk like our fathers talk
Languages of hope & fear
that we don't understand
Like poetry
Nobody understands
Nobody understands
All the words that we've cherished for so long
fall on deaf ears
Children, hear our hopes and fears
Hope and fear
In awful solitude they and we
speak past each other
whispering in the dark
strange talk
Nobody understands
Nobody understands
All the words that we've cherished for so long
fall on deaf ears
Children, hear our hopes and fears
Hope and fear
The sun sets and people flee
and in the surrounding hills
they huddle against the empty darkness
around suburban campfires
Above in the sky the stars come undone
Below in the city there's nothing but strange talk
It feels like all the faded hopes that never were