We're losing daughters to the wind,
Missing sons scattered with the leaves
We've found ourselves in the space between

Nightmares and reality

Spring found it's end in the sound of sirens

Announcing catastrophe
In dark corner where they all took refuge
Safety was the only plea

The walls came crashing down, echoing the awful sound of widow's grief
The wind swept him away and left a sign, machines strung in the trees


Might as well have been buried alive, but i still breathe
It dug a grave a mile wide and left no eulogy


We're losing daughters to the wind,
Missing sons scattered with the leaves
We've found ourselves in the space between

Nightmares and reality

The aftermath spoke volumes, but did so quietly

The sound of laughter seems so far away amongst the wreckage and debris

How do we get back to how it was before

Mechanical weather came knocking at our door