As the steam from the street starts to rise That the moon like a child has arrived
And the light that she lends is a guide Like the ghost from the past that survive
Cloaked in false pretence
In the back of your brain
If you don't know where I hide
In the ashes of empires lost On the danger of ignoring cost As the memories cloud in our mind And so it has been designed
Though they're well disguised
When it's not always wise