Verse 1
Red
dust
falls
on
the
window
pane
We
count
the
ticks
of
the
clock
again
Copper
skies
in
a
quiet
room
Waiting
here
for
the
flowers
to
bloom
Chorus
Oh,
the
digital
wind
blows
cold
and
sweet
We
find
our
ghosts
in
an
empty
street
Turn
the
dial
to
a
different
sound
Lift
our
feet
off
the
heavy
ground
Verse 2
Silver
wires
in
the
wooden
floor
Shadows
knock
on
a
painted
door
Morning
light
in
a
plastic
cup
Drink
it
down
and
we
look
right
up
Outro
Fade
away
to
the
static
hum
Tomorrow
waits,
but
today
has
come.