We're losing daughters to the wind
Missing sons scattered with the leaves
We've found ourselves in the space between nightmares and reality
We're losing daughters to the wind
Missing sons scattered with the leaves
We've found ourselves in the space between nightmares and reality
Spring found its end in the sound of sirens announcing catastrophe
In dark corners where they all took refuge
Safety was the only plea
The walls came crashing down
Echoing the awful sound of widow's grief
The wind swept him away and left a sign
Machines strung in the trees
Might as well have been buried alive but I still breathe
It dug a grave a mile wide and left no eulogy
We're losing daughters to the wind
Missing sons scattered with the leaves
We've found ourselves in the space between nightmares and reality
We're losing daughters to the wind
Missing sons scattered with the leaves
We've found ourselves in the space between nightmares and reality
The aftermath spoke volumes
But did so quietly
The sound of laughter seems so far away
Amongst the wreckage and debris
How do we get back to how it was before?
Mechanical weather came knocking at our door
How do we get back to how it was before?
Mechanical weather came knocking at our door
How do we get back to how it was before?
Mechanical weather came knocking at our door
How do we get back to how it was before?
Mechanical weather came knocking at our door