Now all the anthems are at terminus
We breathe the ashes of something dead behind us
And they'll ask "Where do we go from here?", I know
After all our guns have lost their voice
We will rise from our tombs with no choice
No idea where, I just go
As we walk by the chalk drawings of martyrs
All that never lasted drifts on farther
That world meant nothing to me
Have you seen such a sun never rise?
Through it all, we could never shut our eyes
It's eternal dawn above all the debris
All we knew, just another children's song
Can you believe we lived this cold so long?
There's plenty to keep us warm now
Seems we forgot just what the anthems said
As we breathe the ashes of something dead
And we ask "Where do we go from here, and how?"
credits
from Post-Apocalyptic Hymnal,
released December 3, 2008
Jak Locke: guitar, modular synth, strings, vocals
Jeremy Borne: bass
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