We started building On high grounds Build towards the sky We started building With dry wood Rusty nails that shine That first night when our eyes met I knew that pretty soon We’d start building On a mud road A highway sign We were building Walls against wind Doors instead of fire A gate we never meant to use A cure for time Now I’m wondering through These ruins of you We kept building Moving on like a backwards flow We kept building Our tools went dull Walls got low But we did not know We did not show It was slow motion building On high grounds Too low for high tides We tried to keep on building Like soaked birds aching to fly Then the tools dropped And the building stopped And we saw, we saw We were wandering through The ruins of me and you