Weight of the Ghost State

Verse 1

Wood floors give

Plaster falls in gray flakes

No one is left to sweep

Glass cracks on the tiles

Chorus

We built the high towers

We built the wide gates

Now the wind owns the halls

Everything slows down to stone

The great quiet has come

Verse 2

Market stalls stand bare

Sun hits the red dust

Threads pull from the seams

Gold stays in the dirt

Pre-Chorus

Wait for the morning

Watch for the rising

It never arrives here

Chorus

We built the high towers

We built the wide gates

Now the wind owns the halls

Everything slows down to stone

The great quiet has come

Bridge

Brick by brick

Line by line

Salt in the wells

Lead in the water

The fire went out

Nobody even noticed the cold

Chorus

We built the high towers

We built the wide gates

Now the wind owns the halls

Everything slows down to stone

The great quiet has come

Drop

Everything stops

Everything stops