Here Comes The Flood

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, of metal at the sky. And as the nail sunk in the cloud, The rain was warm and soaked The crowd. Lords, 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 comes, 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 actor's gone, there's only you and me. And if we break before the dawn, They'll use up what we used To be. Lords, 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. Lords, 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. Drink up, dreamers, you're running Dry