nature has some new plague to run in our streets history some new wrinkle we are doomed to repeat fugitives at the bedroom door lovers pause to find an open store rain is burning on the forest floor and the red tide kisses the shore
THIS IS NOT A FALSE ALARM THIS IS NOT A TEST
stay out of the sun it only burns my skin sky full of poison and the atmosphere's too thin bless the sun, the rain no more river running like an open sore black wind falling to the ocean floor and the red tide washes ashore
THIS IS NOT A FALSE ALARM THIS IS NOT A TEST Nowhere we can fly away Nowhere we can rest The party is disrupted by An uninvited guest
deadline approaches for the weary land it used to be something but we let it run down in our hands too late for debate, too bad to ignore quiet rebellion leads to open war bring a sea-change to the factory floor as the red tide covers the shore
Now's the time to turn the tide Now's the time to fight Let us not go gently To the endless winter night Now's the time to make the time While hope is still in sight Let us not go gently To the endless winter night
