Copper wires coil in the red clay
Heavy clouds drift in a slow sway
Metal birds rust in the salt air
Silver vines climb up a stone stair
Hold on to the ghost of the shoreline
Wait for the gold of a new sign
Sift through the ash for a blue stone
Walking this hollow world alone
Glass towers lean in a cold haze
Lost in a strange and a dark maze
Iron wheels spin in the wet sand
Strange white flowers bloom in the land
Hold on to the ghost of the shoreline
Wait for the gold of a new sign
Sift through the ash for a blue stone
Walking this hollow world alone
Oil stains leak on a white dress
Soot on the skin in a deep mess
Old radar pings in a dead town
Heavy rain washes the dirt down
Hold on to the ghost of the shoreline
Wait for the gold of a new sign
Sift through the ash for a blue stone
Walking this hollow world alone
The bell tolls slow in the valley
Old ghosts meet in a dark alley
One light burns on a high hill
The wind stops and the air is still
Steel plates rattle in the night wind
Where the old borders have been thinned
Cold chrome mirrors a pale moon
Winter arrives in a late June
Hold on to the ghost of the shoreline
Wait for the gold of a new sign
Sift through the ash for a blue stone
Walking this hollow world alone
Sift through the ash. Stardust and steel.
Sift through the ash.
