Wave State کے بول

I'll sit at your side Far above the tidal lines And patiently wait while You learn to count Each growing wave Warming small hands in mine We watch the land divide Witness monuments To man's ignorance Slip beneath the brine This high tide in front of us Will never stop Climbing street by street And brick by block I'll try my best to explain How we are the mites We are the mange To be cleansed and Washed away Crops and culture Civility and song Golden nation-state Battered by the waves Swallowed and gone I warned them Not to doubt That we all could Still drown During This drought When there’s no High ground left We will take to the waves I know them well Warm currents lead the way Planned a lifetime For this day I'll sit at your side And watch Shoals swim underneath Leading us To reefs time forgot