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.