[Verse 1]
The motion of Beijing
Ever building, tearing down
Proof of life wiped clean
Now you'll never hit the ground
The multitude of little shops
Selling pencils and erasers
Turn to smoke and dust
Only rubble, ash, and vapor
That's what aches the most
All the anchors now are gone
Floating like a ghost
A melody without a song
[Chorus]
Elia, Elia
The winds of change, the fact remains
The past is past
You can never go home again
[Verse 2]
Now mornings turn to afternoons
And the stones, they scorch your feet
June, it sinks into your skin
You think this is what youth should be
The motion of Beijing
Ever building, tearing down
Proof of life wiped clean
Now you'll never hit the ground
The multitude of little shops
Selling pencils and erasers
Turn to smoke and dust
Only rubble, ash, and vapor
That's what aches the most
All the anchors now are gone
Floating like a ghost
A melody without a song
[Chorus]
Elia, Elia
The winds of change, the fact remains
The past is past
You can never go home again
[Verse 2]
Now mornings turn to afternoons
And the stones, they scorch your feet
June, it sinks into your skin
You think this is what youth should be
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