In this place,we built
We filled it up with heart
Pulling strings
We're had to sell most of our things
Now we're in debt because we love this
The art it speaks from within us all
But now that we're gone
The ink is running down the walls,whoa--
Covering the lost
The souls that roam these empty halls,whoa--
Who knew that our vision would never be fulfilled how could we have planned for future
So we pulled some strings
We're had to sell most of our things
Now we're in debt because we love this
The art it speak from within ue all
But now that we're gone
Covering the lost
But now that we're gone
The ink is running down the walls,whoa--
Covering the lost
The souls that roam these empty halls,whoa--
But now that we're gone
The ink is running down the walls,whoa--
Covering the lost
The souls that roam these empty halls,whoa--