pervyoldguy

EASTER FUN (heh heh heh):

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 pointing direction,
We cannot even choose a side.

I took the old tracks, the hollow shoulder across the water.
On the tall cliffs, they were getting older, sons and daughters.
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.

Lord, here comes the Flood.
We'll say goodbye to flesh and blood.
And again, if 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 a 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, etc.

(Drink up, dreamers, you're running dry).