Cities Carved In Stone — Primordial

I lost my self, in those streets A passenger of foreign tongue The sun sets, in the same language And rises just the same

There was no grand design To get to this point No absolutes, no given truths We were not carved in stone

She sent the sun to heal me She sent the moon to guide me And when the words failed me So she lay beside me

Sometimes I get to thinking of the past When I've had more than a drink or two Who knows where the days go And would you ever want them back