I see the walls fall down, slow motion

Ghosts of Babel drift in the wind

Dust collects around my feet

My heart is pounding, but I let the fear roll over me

I picture a statue in the desert

A broken crown of thorns

The ruin whispers its secrets

I won’t run, I’ll learn to abide

I’m standing right here in the open

Making the rubble my throne

All that’s shattered becomes my token

I’m carving futures out of stone

(Hey-ah, hey-ah)

(Hey-ah, hey-ah)

I’m making these ruins my own

Painted scenes are peeling away

Pages of old memories

In the hush, I find new meaning

hear echoes of new stories

I recall the gardens in Eden

Fruits that promised more than I knew

Now the orchard’s turned to ashes

But a single seed is breaking through

I’m standing right here in the open

Making the rubble my throne

All that’s shattered becomes my token

I’m carving futures out of stone

(Hey-ah, hey-ah)

(Hey-ah, hey-ah)

I’m making these ruins my own

Some call this the end—

But how can it be, if I choose to stay?

From fragments, I’ll ascend

Turn nightmares into dawns of a brand-new day

I’m standing right here in the open

Making the rubble my throne

All that’s shattered becomes my token

I’m carving futures out of stone

(Hey-ah, hey-ah)

(Hey-ah, hey-ah)

I’m making these ruins my own

(Hey-ah, hey-ah)

I’m making these ruins my own

(Hey-ah, hey-ah)

I’m making these ruins my own.

(Hey-ah, hey-ah)

(Hey-ah, hey-ah)

(Hey-ah, hey-ah)

(Hey-ah, hey-ah)