Ashes

We are crumbling into ashes

The hallways are silent, the windows are boarded up
The foundation is rotting from the outside in
We are ghosts piled amongst the floorboards
We are memories framed and etched in dust
We are movements to this dry august breeze
There's no more sound, no more fury

There are no more stories left for you and I, old man...

The dim light from the doorway reveals a silhouetted shape
And the stiff wind from the basement blows in your scent
And we are crumbling into ashes
This locust-love is tearing at us slowly day by day, day by day

The dim light from the doorway reveals a silhouetted shape
The dim light from the doorway reveals a silhouetted shape

We are crumbling into ashes
This locust-love is tearing at us slowly day by day
We are crumbling into ashes
This locust-love is tearing at us slowly day by day