Here Comes the Flood (from Robert Fripp LP ‘Exposure’ 1979) Songtext
von Peter Gabriel

When the night shows
The signals grow on radios
All the strange things
They come and go, as early warnings

Stranded starfish have no place to hide
Still waiting for the swollen eastern tide
There′s no point in direction we cannot
Even choose a side


I took the old track
The hollow shoulder, across the waters
On the tall cliffs
They were getting older, sons and daughters

Jaded underworld was riding high
Waves of steel hurled metal at the sky
And as the nail sunk in the cloud
The rain was warm and soaked the crowd

Lord, here comes the flood
We'll say goodbye to flesh and blood
If again the seas are silent in any still alive
It′ll be those who gave their island to survive

Drink up, dreamers
You're running dry