(Instrumental)
Stand inert, look to golden shores See the skyline ? corroding Thick with grease from the palms of those who are schooled in charm Use their weight
(It?s time to let this, time to let this, time to let this go) It?s time to let this go Lay the ghosts to rest The past is in the past Scatter earth
Leave it behind cos it now means nothing Nothing to say cos we?ve grown so far apart We built this place and now it?s served its purpose Now tear
In car parks, with broken hearts Escaping, the barrage of poison darts Six men sleep, but the sound track is unsettling We watched as the pizzeria
So dismissive, so free with praise heaped on unworthy subjects I?m so sorry that this is not what you wanted You must be so disappointed that we failed
