Waterfall (Justin Robertson's Mix)

Chimes sing Sunday morn'

Today's the day she's sworn

To steal what she never could own

And race from this hole she calls home

Now you're at the wheel

Tell me how, how does it feel?

So good to have equalised

To lift up the lids of your eyes

As the miles they disappear

See land begin to clear

Free from the filth and the scum

This American satellite's won

She'll carry on through it all

She's a waterfall

She'll carry on through it all

She's a waterfall

See the steeple pine

The hills as old as time

Soon to be put to the test

To be whipped by the winds of the west

Stands on shifting sands

The scales held in her hands

The wind it just whips her an' wanes

And fills up her brigantine sails

She'll carry on through it all

She's a waterfall

She'll carry on through it all

She's a waterfall