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All the way from where we came
Built a mansion in a day
Distant lightning, thunder clouds
Watch our neighbors house collapse
Look the other way
And then the storm was over head
All the oceans boil and rivers bled
We auction off our memories
In the absence of a breeze
Scatter what remains
Scatter what remains!
Pushed away, I'm pulled toward
Come down with revolving doors
Every warning we ignored
Drifting in from distant shores
The wind presents a change of course
A second reckoning of sorts
We were wasted waiting for
Come down over revolving doors