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Fecha de emisión: 06.10.2016
Idioma de la canción: inglés
Don't Fall In |
We came from the four corners, we are the raw waters\nThe course the four horsemen would drink from, the water that pours\nWe carry the river, the reservoir, the residue\nRising waves, she sprayed the inevitable\nChurn across many voices in our vape\nAs we surge and gush, we were steam and a distant heat\nWe move rapid over landscape, gatherin' speed\nDesert, land, city, forest, and beach\nHeadin' for the people that sleep, ready to bleed\nUnleash the torrents, come clean\nCarry many lessons that the water teach\nBut you better learn to swim or you’ll get caught beneath\nHard rain falling on all the halfhearted\nHalf formed, fast walking, half fury, half boredom\nHard talking, half dead from exhaustion\nHalf pushed but the puddles keep forming, don’t fall in\nSome saw us in their tea leaves, some felt us in their knees\nMost left it to the weathermen to tell them there was nothing to see\nYou can play dumb and ignore for so long\nBut we’ve been in the mountains gettin' strong\nWe’ve seen you filling up the sky with your fumes\nSitting in your rooms like you’re all that ever lived\nHeads down to the lives of the others in your towns\nRunning from the rains like you’ve never been kissed, look\nLeave your possessions and fun so your friends\nThat you’ve gone to make peace with the things you’ve never done\nCome dance in the deluge, spill like the flood\nThe weathervane swings, things will never change\nSingle the moneymen who close their eyes and pretend\nThat this rumble must be low planes, so strange\nHard rain falling on all the halfhearted\nHalf formed, fast walking, half fury, half boredom\nHard talking, half dead from exhaustion\nHalf pushed but the puddles keep forming, don’t fall in\nAnd they will run to the highest hill, consult their old books\nAsk the dead mystics for wisdom they don’t trust\nThe people will flock to the garages\nStockpile cannisters of gasoline, tinned fish, and bandages\nCount the seconds between the thunder and the lightning\nScared of every other body runnin' 'round frightened\n«We can’t carry on like this,» you will mutter\nStaring with disgust at the people weepin' in the gutter\n«Yeah, we made no trouble, we played by the rules\nI worked double shift to get my kids from school!»\nBut you were so focused on your own little part\nYou went plowin' on blind in the dark, no heart\nNow we’re not the dreaded storm that will end things\nWe’re just your playful, gale force friend in these end times\nCome to remind you you’re not an island\nLife is much broader than borders\nBut who can afford to think over the walls of this fortress?\nOf course, it’s important to provide roof and floorboards\nFor you and yours and be secure in your fortunes\nBut you’re more than the three or four you go to war for\nYou’re part of a people that need your support\nAnd, who’s world is it if it belongs to these corporates?\nThe people are left on the doorstep, door shut\nNauseous and tortured by all that they’ve lost\nHard rain falling on all the halfhearted\nHalf formed, fast walking, half fury, half boredom\nHard talking, half dead from exhaustion\nHalf pushed but the puddles keep forming, don’t fall in |