No place to hide dreams In crying faces Nowhere to turn to In Ancient Town No names to follow Some empty stations No one remembers This Ancient Town No trees to shelter A night for sleeping No love to silence In Ancient Town No voice confesses The heart is broken No time tomorrow In Ancient Town Seantithe briste bearnacha (The ruins of old houses) No street to find you Just falling circles No way to answer For Ancient Town No road to guide me The signs are drowning No way to trouble This Ancient Town