He is colosseum smoke
Lava cools
An ancient statue
Broken
He's a slow retreating sea
Well, he is gone
Or he
Is history
So I write it down
Forgotten language that
Cannot be found
Well, he is history
Left to scripture
Left to rust
He told me I should study up
On him
But there's nothing
I could learn
No, there's nothing
So I write it down
Forgotten language that
Cannot be found
Well, he is history
And his silence
It does not speak to me
Still he means so much to me
Though, he is history
