She'll hold the artifact aloft
She'll brush it off
Beneath the dust of centuries
She'll see the keys
She'll see the ending that we chose
These ruins will testify
All our shame preserved beneath the nascent sea
How long are we here tonight?
I can't shake the thought that we could be a while, yet
They'll find the stadiums' remains
Expensive graves
They'll wonder how we passed our time
But will they find that we were fading for so long?
These ruins will testify
All our shame preserved beneath the nascent sea
How long are we here tonight?
I can't shake the thought that we could be a while, yet
If you don't feel it, is it real?
If you can't see it, is it real?