Tripping through the ruins, where it used to be
Trying to fathom secrets, secrets of history
Through arches long fallen, and walls turned to dust
In every broken stone, a story, a whisper, a hush

Wandering aimlessly, in this space so alone
Imagining the life once here, now only echoes on stone
Wade through the fallen stones (fallen stones)
Glimpses of past, where now grass has overgrown
Seeking the whispers, whispers of mystery
Echoes on stone..
resonating history

Tell me, where do I roam?
Within these ruins, uncovering stories thrown
In every crack and crevice, tales that time has told
Marking battles fierce, and the brave ones, bold
The wind sings its dirge, through chambers bare
Carrying voices of those who once were there

Touching the remnants with a reverent hand
Feeling the pulse of a bygone land
Hear the silent echo (silent echo)
Of what used to be a throne
Kings and queens, their shadows cast
In this grandeur overthrown

Where do the old songs go?
Entwined in vines, in the ruins sown
Echoes on stone, a dance of time and memory
Tales untold, songs unsung, wrapped in an enigma's reverie
Keys of the piano play a haunting, syncopated beat
As the heart of history pulses, beneath our wandering feet

Can you hear the poets, as they once graced the halls
Now just whispers in shadows, as the night softly falls
Can you see them waltzing, ghosts in the twilight's graces
Faded nobles spinning, lost in eternal waltzes
Their laughter still tickles the ivy-clad stones
In this dance of the ages, we're never alone

The piano's soft touch, stirs the dust of the ground
As the rhythm of history keeps spinning around