Meet Me Here in a Thousand Years

Waters rise above my head

Oh meet me at the waters edge

What is this face, who’s is this name?

What kind of violence can I take?

The wind comes singing in my ears

Oh meet me here in a thousand years

Like lepers here our hearts have bled

And my mind is hanging by a thread

Then a bus pulled in from some other land

They were like angels, then a man grabbed my hand

Said “I see your soul behind the mask you wear

Like a diamond, cold, buried under there”

Oh meet me here in a thousand years