Floods کے بول

Floods are in my big green pasture Lock the gates and tell A dirty creek of false disaster Go and ring the bell I cut the line of empty fables Watch them grow again A deal on a fallen table Going round the bend Brush them off, don’t give a light of day Nothing could be so fine In a world where you don’t have to pay How could you even see boy with your head on fire The fighting on the inside but there’s peace There’s peace for me Nothing’s what it seems Come back home Nothing’s what it seems Come back home (oh nothing) Nothing’s what it seems Come back home (oh nothing) Nothing’s what it seems Come back home