This sound wakes our dreaming

Just for a while it's holding on

This life of wasted feelings

It's not the time to pass it on

It's not an earthquake

Churning our souls tenderly

It's not a dearth of rain

That leads our drying out

The blood on earthen land

Will seep in the ground

The flood on earth at hand

We're peaks on the graves

The flood on earth at hand

The flood of false pretence