In the Wide Ruin David Crosby

There was a city
In this desert
Shining with fountains
And pools of clear
Sweet water
So many clouds
Of white birds soaring
It might have been
The sea...and there
Was music

Deep in the wild heart
Nothing ever changes
Deep in the wild heart
Nothing remains

A place of stone
A tower of glass
Where bells of hammered brass
Rang for hours

Deep in the wild heart
Nothing ever changes
Deep in the wild heart
Nothing remains