we're losing daughters to the wind,
missing sons scattered with the leaves
we've found ourselves in the space between
nightmares and reality
we're losing daughters to the wind,
missing sons scattered with the leaves
we've found ourselves in the space between
nightmares and reality
spring found it's end in the sound of sirens
announcing catastrophe
in dark corners where they all took refuge
safety was the only plea
the walls came crashing down, echoing the awful sound of widow's grief
the wind swept him away and left a sign, machines strung in the trees
might as well have been buried alive, but i still breathe
it dug a grave a mile wide and left no eulogy
we're losing daughters to the wind,
missing sons scattered with the leaves
we've found ourselves in the space between
nightmares and reality
we're losing daughters to the wind,
missing sons scattered with the leaves
we've found ourselves in the space between
nightmares and reality
the aftermath spoke volumes, but did so quietly
the sound of laughter seems so far away amongst the wreckage and debris
how do we get back to how it was before
mechanical weather came knocking at our door
how do we get back to how it was before
mechanical weather came knocking at our door
how do we get back to how it was before
mechanical weather came knocking at our door
how do we get back to how it was before
mechanical weather came knocking at our door

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