No place to hide dreams in crying faces
Now here to turn to in ancient town
No names to follow, some empty stations
No one remembers this ancient town

No trees to shelter a night for sleeping
No love to silence in ancient town
No voice confesses the heart is broken
No time tomorrow in ancient town

Seantithe briste bearnachar...

No street to find you, just falling circles
No way to answer for ancient town
No road to guide me, the signs are drowning
No way to trouble this ancient town

Seantithe briste bearnachar...

Is there one bright star?