Moon streaming through the trees
I wonder what this means
Clouds forming into swords
Shining like I've never seen

Waiting for tomorrow
Hiding from tomorrow
Waiting for tomorrow
Hide from all our sorrows

Words written in the sky
Tell me, could this be a dream?
Silently, pilots are circling
Waiting for the unforseen
Red alert goes through the world
The heavens are opening [bad word] to the shelter nearest you
Our [bad word] out of steam

Waiting for tomorrow
Hiding from tomorrow
Waiting for tomorrow
Hide from all our sorrows

Moon turning red, trees are dead
I wonder what this means
Clouds have changed to sheets of mist
Like I've never seen

Waiting for tomorrow
Hiding from tomorrow
Waiting for tomorrow
Hide from all our sorrows

Stars are fading from the sky
Tell me, could this be a dream?
Silently, pilots land
Waiting for the unforseen
Waiting for the unforseen
Waiting for the unforseen......