Cities in Dust

Water was running
Children were running

You were running out of time
Under the mountain
A golden fountain
Where you're praying at the layer's shrine
We find you hiding
We find you lying
Choking on the dirt and sand
Your former glories
And all the stories
Dried and washed with eager hands

But whoa, oh, your city lies to dust, my friend
Whoa, oh, your city lies to dust, my friend

Water was running
Children were running
We find you hiding
We find you lying
Water was running
Children were running
We find you hiding
We find you lying

Whoa, oh, your city lies to dust, my friend
Whoa, oh, your city lies to dust, my friend

Hot and burning
In your nostrils
Pouring down your gaping mouth
Your mountain body
A spike of silence
Caught in the throat

And oh, oh, your city lies to dust, my friend
Whoa, oh, your city lies to dust, my friend

My friend