<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=94017" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Here Comes The Flood</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">When the night shows<br>The signals grow on radios<br>All the strange things<br>They come and go, as early warnings<br>Stranded starfish have no place to hide<br>Still waiting for the swollen easter tide<br>Theres no point in direction we cannot even choose a side.<br>I took the old track<br>The hollow shoulder, across the waters<br>On the tall cliffs<br>They were getting older, sons and daughters<br>The jaded underworld was riding high<br>Waves of steel hurled metal at the sky<br>And as the nail sunk in the cloud, the rain was warm and soaked the crowd.<br>Lord, here comes the flood<br>Well say goodbye to flesh and blood<br>If again the seas are silent<br>In any still alive<br>Itll be those who gave their island to survive<br>Drink up, dreamers, youre running dry.<br>When the flood calls,<br>You have no home, you have no walls<br>In the thunder crash<br>Youre a thousand minds, within a flash<br>Dont be afraid to cry at what you see<br>The actors gone, theres only you and me<br>And if we break before the dawn, theyll use up what we used to be.<br>Lord, here comes the flood<br>Well say goodbye to flesh and blood<br>If again, the seas are silent<br>In any still alive<br>Itll be those who gave their island to survive<br>Drink up, dreamers, youre running dry.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />song performed by by Peter Gabriel - <i><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/" target=_blank></a></i><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=94017" data-title="Here Comes The Flood" data-description="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...."></div> </div> </div>

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