Now that I'm done it wont be long Building harms all that I've done Walking in my sleep past rows of twisted castles I wake from dreams in fits of laughter I've seen the changes over time Warm tears won't ever bring it back Start tearing arms from giant structures History's null in these golden pastures Heavy like my sweat I pedal faster But they'll move on and leave their rubbish We've smelt to rot for many years I've tried to hold back the tide Try smiling, drink to pasture gone Cause warm tears won't ever bring it back