When thunder rolls into our street
all the words are empty, and time is still
Just like the song from my old dream,
not completely clear, not completely dark
He's got one hand on your shoulder
waiting to take you away
Cause you don't wave you drown
And the writing on the wall
says leave now or die
But what are we supposed to do,
but hold our heads high, while we fall
When we stand in the backyards of our time,
cemented in the doldrums, eyelids of gold
He's got one hand on your shoulder
waiting to take you away
Cause you don't wave you drown
And the writing on the wall says leave now or die
one
hand
on your shoulder
waiting
to take
you away
you
you don't wave
you drown
you
you don't wave
you drown
When thunder rolls into our street all the words are empty, and time is still
