[Julie Christmas:]
Did this... fall
On shadows... out

Ashes coming... a silence
A history...


[Mouth of the Architect:]
You could see it on their faces,
Smell it on their lips:

A generation of ghosts lost at way

... left within me

... about it

[Julie Christmas:]

Like falling...
I'm wasting around...
A history of ghosts...


I will see what the answer... me?