When the night shows
 The signals grow on radios
 All the strange things
 [bad word] 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 hurled metal at the sky
 And as the nail sunk in the cloud, the rain
 Was warm and soaked the crowd.

 Lord, [bad word] 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, [bad word] dry.

 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 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, [bad word] 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, [bad word] dry.