Awaiting The Flood

I hardly know where to begin
Windows open, sun falls in
I won’t be going outside today
I just don’t want to get in the way
And that’s just what I’d be doing

A plastic heart pumps no real blood
It lies very still awaiting the flood
Sleep well darling I’m on my way

I saw your light a thousand miles from here
It called me back but I went further still
Across endless deserts and dying ground
And since this mornin’ I haven’t made a sound

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