The sun rises cold
On a city so old
And you have come asking questions.
The moments we keep
Between the second hand's sweep
Ephemeral suggestions.
Is love the answer?
Or a door to some other end?
And when its flame stops burning,
What's left to defend?
Foundations are built,
On yesterday's silt.
A thousand years of connections.
Spider web cracks
A mosaic of tracks
Lead me in one direction.
Were we made to wander?
To make a home of wind and dust?
And when this journey's over,
Who will you trust?
Ooh seven cities
Feel the stones beneath my soles
Ooh seven cities
The blowing dust will mark my goal.
I'll learn to lose control
In seven cities.
Content with this ground
I ignore light and sound
And see no beginning nor ending.
The prologue was long
Not sure where I belonged
I've had enough of pretending.
Amazed I have to wonder
How deep it goes to stand so long.
A brand new sun cracks the horizon.
With light as old as the first song.
Ooh seven cities
Feel the stones beneath my soles.
Ooh seven cities
The blowing dust will mark my goal.
I'll learn to lose control
In seven cities.
When it comes to the last,
When prologue is past,
To learn that I have nothing,
And it's enough.