When the towers fell,
and the world stood still,
all that we could see
was a cloud of dust
that covered all we could see.
And in our head we heard the cries
of the dead and dying,
but the screen was silent.

And nothing can ever be the same again,
since the towers fell,
and the world stood still,
and all that we could see
was a cloud of dust
that covered all we could see.
And in our head we heard the cries
of the dead and dying,
but the screen was silent.

And now we wait, hardly breathing,
until once more we see
the towers fall,
and the world stand still,
and all that we will see
will be a cloud of dust
that covered all we could see.
And in our head we will hear the cries
of the dead and dying,
and the screen will be silent.

And nothing will ever be the same again.