When all has turned to dust,
Our city is a ghost.
The Concrete Mother stands alone,
hidden world.

The colours will all fade,
Flooded forests and undergrowth.
But she'll still be there when it's done, 
She'll be our home.

I'll live ashore,
I'll wait under her neon heart, so long.
And she'll teach me love subconsciously,
For everything that now, cannot be.
For she is stone.
She is stone.

She'll teach me love subconsciously,
For everything that now, cannot be.
For she is stone.