Finch (USA)
In Ruins
I burned out long before now
Colors fade to sound
Simple hands hold the embers
As the world turns round

Lie in ruins
Pull me out
Sifting through it
Nothing's found

Is all we are just warm fluids?
What I can't believe
I can see a dark horizon
Pinhole burns drain me

Lie in ruins
Pull me out
Sifting through it
Nothing's found

I've become what I hate most
Leave the past now for the ghosts
Never mind these last few lines
I can't keep what I can't find

Overjoyed
Overjoyed
Overjoyed
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Lie in ruins
Pull me out
Sifting through it
Nothing's found
Can't be found