Sons

We don't know this place This wasted stretch of land And these steaming horizons It's locked in our past It's stragely so familiar Like a scar on our memory No sign of the ancient heroes Who gave us this one last hour It's so still, there's so few of us here There's no sound here at all The last light disappears With the Sons of decay The ones left to stay For years we were lost We slept as systems stored us They sealed in our orders We woke up alone In this silence and this space As if nothing happened No sign of the ancient heroes Who left us this one long hour It's so still, there's so few of us here Love, I'm feeling so small, all night Just waiting here With the Sons of decay The ones left to stay --- Sons - Icehouse