Nuclear Winter
Words & music by Isembard, A.
Well, I wish I could say,
that the dawn brought the day,
to my window.
Well, I looked out at morn,
thought to look on the dawn,
and just saw shadow.
I can steal a heart,
better than steel my soul,
to keep me warm,
while the world grows cold,
'round me...
Hear the rhythm of earth, hear the soft Deep Speak,
hear the rhythm of earth as old bones grow weak.
Hear the rhythm of earth, hear the sound so sweet,
Hear that rhythm of earth: nuclear winter is coming here.
Well, you walk hand in hand,
'til your boy becomes a man,
but she'll leave you cold.
Well, she'll lay you down,
when you're just dust and bones,
so you can be whole.
I hear the hills sigh,
like the penitent damned,
I'm raising my voice,
Raise up your hands.
It's a powerful feeling,
in this heart of mine,
It's a powerful rush,
from out a boiling sky.
