Dreams fall in silent cities
As ghost trains roll on underground
Steel and glass shells of the former era
Still reaching for the sky
The masses go on in wonder looking through the windows
As they try to breathe inside
The fragility of souls fogging up the view
As capitalism loses its way on vacant gentrified streets
The scraps of yesterday collecting in the breeze
And somewhere an artist screams
But they were always looking for societal shift
Oh, but not in this way, no not quite like this
The future's being carried by a weary sailor
Riding on an empty wind
Dreams fall in silent cities among a myriad of abandoned sounds
The light of a new era shines on
Dreams fall in silent cities
As ghost trains roll on underground
Underground
Underground
Underground
Underground
Underground