Rain.
Sneaking down and whispering new languages.
Against the windows,
seasons are a distant memory.
Traces of ice sheets.
The ground is all scraped.
Makes way for the highway.
Make a way,
for new owners.
Do you think there's something unknown out there.
That miraculously was undiscovered.
Something hiding there in the depths.
That bides it's time.
And dreams of petroleum and dead crystals.
That dreams of fossils and dead corals.
That dreams of radiated atolls.
Tonight.
Say,
that thing you've always wanted to say.
To me.
Our children will wrap the blankets,
around our heads.
The curtains closed and the lights are turned off.
And all that lefts are the stories.
Of highways.
Make way,
for new owners.
Do you think there's something unknown out there.
A prehistoric God that doesn't want to be awoken.
Something hiding there in the depths.
That bides it's time.
And dreams of petroleum and heavy metals.
That dreams of fossils and dead corals.
That dreams of radiated atolls.
Tonight.
Do you think there's something unknown out there.
That miraculously was undiscovered.
Something hiding there in the depths.
That bides it's time.
And dreams of petroleum and dead crystals.
That dreams of fossils and dead corals.
That dreams of radiated atolls.
Tonight.