Building A Requiem

12/1/2003 9:22 PM

I walk over to the desk
Sit in my seat
This is my empire
My kingdom alone

I stare at the screen
Put up my feet
This is my swansong
My last cornerstone

Building a requiem
A song of hearts turned stone
Rough granite on granite
My hands are torn and cold
Building a requiem
A song of stones turned down
My last city has crumbled to the ground

I bring to you a morning
A sunrise of fire
Warm and smooth
Bringing depth to our souls

But the coals have now faded
Just as you said you desire
You snuffed them out
Ashen fingers controlled

Building a requiem
A song of hearts turned stone
Rough granite on granite
My hands are torn and cold
Building a requiem
A song of stones turned down
My last city has crumbled to the ground