The mountains shake Under my weary feet, the ground breaks And thru the rising veils of dust...I'm making out vague shapes Like a drifter in a sandstorm, blindly stumbling thru this haze I try to find a guide, in not my eyes, but by, Whispers in my mind At the edge of this divide.
Beyond the groves... Beneath the sunset the horizon's thick with clouds of fleeing crows Telling of a storm that's swelling Closer as it grows Swallowing the day, I feel you grab my wrist and hear you say....
Let us make for higher ground I say someday you will see this as I see it now As the lowlands are burning down We can hide on this hillside much higher than the floods and the fires
Darkened shroud... The sun is overtaken, by the black approaching cloud Churning with the fury of... A thousand spirits bound, oh I can hear them now Wailing and hailing, impaling the ground...
Let us make for higher ground I say someday you will see this as I see it now As the lowlands are burning down We can hide on this hillside much higher than the floods and the fires
Won't you take me by the hand, save me from this crazy dream Swirling like a whirlwind in my mind Bless me with the morning sun one last time
(Won't you save me?) save me from this crazy dream Bless me with the morning sun
Closer as it grows, swallowing the day I feel you grab my wrist and hear you say...
Let us make for higher ground I say someday you will see this as I see it now As the lowlands are burning down We can hide on this hillside much higher than the floods and the firesTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
