Sons and daughters of the earth
An endless list of names
An endless list of lives
That echo ‘neath the glass
And cling to us

They cling to us in shadows
They cling to us in light
As clouds and hills share secrets In a frayed summer sky

If we listen closely we can almost hear them
If we listen closely
As chiseled stone into effigies
All words are preserved
Memories of yesterday evolved into dreams

If we listen closely we can almost hear them
If we listen closely, If we listen closely
As the nightly breeze tickles the skin
We succumb to the melodies
Of ancient lullabies

Bleeding through the stillness
With the wind growing stronger
Blowing at our backs
Growing stronger, and stronger
Piercing the skies
Growing stronger and stronger
Shattering the glass
Growing stronger and stronger
Piercing the night

If you listen closely you can almost hear them