Look at me, look at you
Searching for the purest blue
It's a thirst so hard to quench
And we're waiting
And we're waiting
And we're wating
Occasional showers never drench
We're waiting for the flood
Take a glimpse behind the veil
Set you sights upon the grail
Then have it taken from hands
And you're waiting
And you're waiting
And you're waiting
All your colours turn to pale
Seems all that we get here are showers
Take a look at all the flowers
Relying on the showers
For their life's blood
For their life's blood
For their life's blood
Bet that water sure tastes good
We're waiting for the flood




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