When the night shows
The signals grow on radios
All the strange things
They come and go, as early warnings
Stranded starfish have no place to hide
Still waiting for the swollen easter tide
Theres no point in direction we cannot even choose a side.

I took the old track
The hollow shoulder, across the waters
On the tall cliffs
They were getting older, sons and daughters
The jaded underworld was riding high
Waves of steel hurled metal at the sky
And as the nail sunk in the cloud, the rain was warm and soaked the crowd.

Lord, here comes the flood
Well say goodbye to flesh and blood
If again the seas are silent
In any still alive
Itll be those who gave their island to survive
Drink up, dreamers, youre running dry.

When the flood calls,
You have no home, you have no walls
In the thunder crash
Youre a thousand minds, within a flash
Dont be afraid to cry at what you see
The actors gone, theres only you and me
And if we break before the dawn, theyll use up what we used to be.

Lord, here comes the flood
Well say goodbye to flesh and blood
If again, the seas are silent
In any still alive
Itll be those who gave their island to survive
Drink up, dreamers, youre running dry.

Peter Gabriel

 

THERE SHE WAS THIS LITTLE PUPPET

QUIETLY SLEEPING

[NO STRINGS ATTACHED]

COMES

THE PUPPETEER

ABRUPTLY SHAKES HER DREAMS

WAKING HER UP TO LIVING HELL

WASHED

DRESSED

TRANSPORTED TO HER WHEEL CHAIR

[NO STRINGS ATTACHED]

NOR THE SCREAMS FOR HELP

NOR THE FLOOD OF TEARS

IMPRESSED THE PUPPETEER....

TIME IS PRECIOUS ....

[THERE'S NO TIME FOR CRYING PUPPETS WITHOUT ATTACHED STRINGS]

Drink up, dreamers, you're running dry.