[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 fat cat at the еntrance
Of the gravestonеs and the greenery
The lake, it calls you in
But you're bested by timidity
The light, it shines like gold
And her camera freezes time
Like she knows something you don't
Right now everything is fine
[Chorus]
Elia, Elia
The leaves have changed, the fact remains
The past is past
You can never go home again
[Bridge]
Swapping clothes and drinking wine
"Here's Wonderwall," she says
With a smile
With a smile
[Chorus]
Elia, Elia
The winds of change, the fact remains
Elia, Elia
The time is now, the water's fine
The past is past
But the future is yours and mine
Elia was written by Z Berg.
Elia was produced by Joseph Keefe.