In this place, we built
We filled it up with heart

Pulling strings, we've had to sell most of our things
Now we're in debt because we love this
The art it speaks from within us all

But now that we're gone, the ink is running down the walls, whoa
Covering the lost, the souls that roam these empty halls, whoa

Who knew that our vision would never be fulfilled
How could we have planned for the future

So we pulled some strings, we've had to sell most of our things
Now we're in debt because we love this
The art it speaks from within us all

But now that we're gone...
Covering the lost...

But now that we're gone, the ink is running down the walls, whoa
Covering the lost, the souls that roam these empty halls, whoa

But now that we're gone, the ink is running down the walls, whoa
Covering the lost, the souls that roam these empty halls, whoa