Where were you sleeping when the oceans ran dry?
When we learned that powder was all we could cry
What were you thinking when the sun wouldn’t rise?
‘Cause you were the only one who wasn’t surprised
Aimless, we wander through scattered debris
Swallowed by the night, no visibility
Scavenge for shelter to heat up our bones
No sign of the coastline
A desert of black sand beneath our feet
A rainstorm of ashes is all that we breathe
Nothing for miles but fire and salt
Silently sit, watch the trembling faults
In the desolate wind, you bent down by the stream
Just like in my dream
The color returning slow
Your tears made the water flow
The atmosphere breathes again
Your touch, it was heaven sent
The atoms, they reunite
The skyline is pierced by light
Clouds break and return their sight
In the desolate wind, you bent down by the stream
Just like in my dream
A desert of black sand beneath our feet
A rainstorm of ashes is all that we breathe
A desert of black sand beneath our feet
A rainstorm of ashes is all that we breathe
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