When the night shows the
signals grow on radios All the
strange things they come and
go, as early warnings
Stranded starfish have no place
to hide Still waiting for the
swollen Easter tide There's
no point in direction We cannot
even choose a side
I took the old track The
hollow shoulder across the waters
On the tall cliffs they were getting
older Sons and daughters
The jaded underworld was riding
high Waves of steel hurled metal
at the sky As the nail sunk
in the cloud The rain was warm
And soaked the crowd
Lord, here comes the flood
We'll say goodbye to flesh and blood
If again the seas are silent
In any still alive it'll be those
who gave their island to survive
Drink up, dreamers You're running
dry
When the flood calls You
have no home, you have no walls
In the thunder crash You're
a thousand minds within a flash
Don't be afraid to cry at what
you see The actors gone
There's only you and me And
if we break before the dawn
They'll use up what we used to be
Lord, here comes the flood
We'll say goodbye to flesh and blood
If again the seas are silent
In any still alive it'll be those
who gave their island to survive
Drink up, dreamers You're running
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