The Balcony

Once again the winter's gone

But still chilling your veins

And they tore up the plains

To make way for a new tollway

Waiting for the warm of spring to come

To turn your world green

Hoping soon to be

Twisting along the open road like a snake

But you're alone again as usual

Out on the balcony

But soon the drought will become a flood

And it'll drown out the feeling

Awaiting an awakening

You could have one again

It would not be pretend

It could be so reasonably easy

Or a perfect moment now to pray

To a Christian Lord

Wine, ashes and palms

Born again again just yesterday

Now alone again as usual

Out on the balcony

A two-point-eight is still a quake

And it can shake away what you believe

Now alone again as usual

Out on the balcony

A two-point-eight is still a quake

And it can shake away what you believe

And yeah soon the drought will become a flood

And it'll drown out the feeling