Quiet Echoes

Lyrics

Can I summon the imagined white stag from the mud? In the roar of machinery, quiet echoes And sustainably harvested thin veneer Outside the windows, a suffering horde And hundreds of years of short-sighted memory loss Held in one building with void in its core But the feeling of humming ventilation Reminds me of the wind that tears the stone Eventually reducing this to silt again The architechture students' final form