You light the stove, pour the milk
Warm it in a pot with a spoonful of honey
And the streets are full
Of people shouting that the flood is coming
When the bridges break apart
And the power plants go dark
And the motors just won't start anymore
Will you hold my hand
As volcanoes turn to sand
So everything will end as it began?
There is a time for bitter suffering
There is a time when it all falls away
There is a time for revolution
There is a time when the blessed must pay
But when the bridges break apart
And the power plants go dark
And the motors they won't start anymore
Will you hold my hand
As volcanoes turn to sand
So everything will end as it began?
