When the night shows and signals grow on radios
All the strange things that come and go as early warnings
Stranded starfish have no place to hide
Still waiting for the swollen Easter tide
Theres no point in direction, we cannot even choose a side
I took the old track, the hollow shoulder, across the water,
On the tall cliffs, they were getting older, sons and daughters,
The jaded underworld was riding high,
And waves of steel hurled metal at the sky,
And as the nails 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 thundercrash, 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 in any still alive
It'll be those who gave their island to survive
Drink up, dreamers, you're running dry