It was seven forty seven

We were on our way to heaven

In a race car to the stars

With a city of blazing lights embracing us

We never thought to worry, 'cause we only thought of glory

And we trusted our lucky stars

So we never thought mere seconds would betray us

Thought we saw true

In the bright youth

Ghost of light come shining through

In the dawn blue, in a breath, they flew

Silent now the sounds of yesterday

I’m treading on sacred ground again

Like a single errant ray

Showing us the wounds we both sustained

And our sacred pain

Till’ silent fall the sounds of yesterday

Nothing I do, nothing I say will ever turn the rising tide

In the vein of fever dreams, It seems to ride us

We never said we’re sorry and the pattern wrote the story

One more death by friendly fire

All on pain of missing out on that final rush

Did we run through before we knew what it was we left behind?

Hunting ghostlights all the white nights through

Silent now the sounds of yesterday

I’m treading on sacred ground again

Like a single errant ray

Showing us the wounds we both sustained

And our sacred pain

Till’ silent fall the sounds of yesterday

Hear them softly sigh

The sounds of yesterday

Let them heal our wounds

If I close my eyes, I can see you

Oh I can see you close enough to touch

I hardly dare to dream you, oh, lest it be too much

What’s the moral of the story

When I only see us fighting,

elegy to, to the starry-eyed

Ooh

Silent now the sounds of yesterday

I’m treading on sacred ground again

Like a single errant ray

Showing us the wounds we both sustained

And our sacred pain

Till’ silent fall the sounds of yesterday