Cities in Dust

Water was running
Children were running
You were running out of time
Under the mountain
A golden fountain
Were you praying at the Lares shrine?

Ooooo-whoa
All your cities lie in dust

We found you hiding
We found you lying
Choking on the dirt and sand
Your former glories
And all the stories
Drag and washed with eager hands

Ooooh=whoa
All your cities lie in dust