Standing here, In the dust of dreams. I can’t recall my name, Whispered voices calling… Standing here, On the darkened street. Half-remembered years, Swirl like bitter ashes. Standing here on the dust-strewn streets, All my memories are just bitter ashes. Day and night, searching empty dreams, In the end we find only bitter ashes! Standing here, Stripped of everything. I have lost my faith, It’s all bitter ashes. Standing here, As the waters rise. All my memories, Swirling down the gutter. Standing here on the dust-strewn streets, All my memories are just bitter ashes. Day and night, searching empty dreams, In the end we find only bitter ashes! Where are we going now? What will become of us? What does the future hold? Have you forsaken us? Where are we going now? What will become of us? What does the future hold? Have you forsaken us? Standing here, in the Vieux Carré. Can you hear my voice? I’m just shadows falling…
Standing here, In the dust of dreams. I can’t recall my name, Whispered voices calling… Standing here, On the darkened street. Half-remembered years, Swirl like bitter ashes. Standing here on the dust-strewn streets, All my memories are just bitter ashes. Day and night, searching empty dreams, In the end we find only bitter ashes! Standing here, Stripped of everything. I have lost my faith, It’s all bitter ashes. Standing here, As the waters rise. All my memories, Swirling down the gutter. Standing here on the dust-strewn streets, All my memories are just bitter ashes. Day and night, searching empty dreams, In the end we find only bitter ashes! Where are we going now? What will become of us? What does the future hold? Have you forsaken us? Where are we going now? What will become of us? What does the future hold? Have you forsaken us? Standing here, in the Vieux Carré. Can you hear my voice? I’m just shadows falling…
