The ore is all empty And our lungs are filled with coal Our longing for the future Far exceeds this stall It's the warm recollection of something from before the fall That keeps us looking onwards to the rising of us all Walk with us that have no home And hold our eyes on the line we've strung These houses are as empty As the lies we were told Battered out and all naked Ain't no coming in from this cold It's the demanding suppression of something from the fall That keeps us looking onwards to the rising of us all Walk with us who's bound to roam the streets baring names of the things we've done