[Julie Christmas:]
Did this... fall
On shadows... out
Ashes coming... a silence
A history...

[Mouth of the Architect:]
You could see it on their faces,
Smell it on their lips:
A generation of ghosts lost at way

... left within me
... about it

[Julie Christmas:]
Like falling...
I'm wasting around...
A history of ghosts...

I will see what the answer... me?