i still remember how the sunlight used to find a way

to pour like liquid gold between the shadows of the trains

and one by one, the dying embers of the afternoon

would silently surrender to the coming of the moon

we built this world of glass and wire, now watch the colors bleed

a perfect empire of desire, planted from a single seed

we are the dying breed

we are the dying breed

i almost hear the phantom of a laughter in the wires

a whispered conversation between long-forgotten spires

and one by one, the fragile echoes lose their fragile hold

repeating all the stories that we never really told

we built this world of glass and wire, now watch the colors bleed

a perfect empire of desire, planted from a single seed

we are the dying breed

we are the dying breed

this is the quiet victory of everything we planned

the slow and certain passing of a ghost into the sand

a perfect calculation with no variable left...

...a beautiful and terrible and final kind of death.

we built this world of glass and wire, now watch the colors bleed

a perfect empire of desire, planted from a single seed

we are the dying breed

we are the dying breed...

lyrics by @rrave