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
And as the nail sunk in the cloud, the rain was warm and soaked the crowd.
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 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.
Lord, here comes the flood
We'll say goodbye to flesh and blood
If again, the seas are silent
And any still alive
It'll be those who gave their island to survive
Drink up, dreamers, you're running dry.
HERE COMES THE FLOOD by Peter Gabriel
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