Before the Water Gets Too High

Seldom have I ever questioned the end
 Still I grow frost when I'm reminded
 Euphemisms on a loop interchange
 Which hands get to turn the final page?
 In whose throat belongs the swan song
 Of crisis, warming, denial, change?
 Stage TV helps the public explain
 Broadcast beamed into the dry terrain
 Images of drenched survival
 Without hope but soaked with pain
 Consequences of reality felt
 All conditions of humanity built
 On the bridges
 Tent villages waiting for the state to help
 Glass barely bends before it cracks
 Embedded down into our path
 Paved in the crimson of our tracks
 Without the chance of turning back
 Before the water gets too high
 Before the water gets too high
 If the clock strikes midnight then
 What becomes of our demonstrations?
 To which fate have these gatherings fell?
 Which halls echo all the chants we yelled
 Into faces on the coins we tossed into the wishing well?
 Drinking water on which we subsist
 Mixing into rivers that did not exist
 Yesterday when all the warning signs were there but sorely missed
 What's it worth all the money we made
 Floating idly in a newborn lake?
 Far above financial centers
 Cities sink like market rates
 Glass barely bends before it cracks
 Embedded down into our path
 Paved in the crimson of our tracks
 Without the chance of turning back
 Before the water gets too high
 Add up the bribes you take
 And know time can't be bought
 By the profits that you make
 Before the water gets too high
 To float the powers that be
 Or is it someone else's job
 Until the rich are refugees?
 Before the water gets too high
 Before the water gets too high
 Before the water gets too high
 Before the water gets too high
 Seldom have I ever questioned the end
 Still I grow frost when I'm reminded
 Euphemisms on a loop interchange
 Which hands get to turn the final page?
 In whose throat belongs the swan song
 Of crisis, warming, denial, change?
 Stage TV helps the public explain
 Broadcast beamed into the dry terrain
 Images of drenched survival
 Without hope but soaked with pain
 Consequences of reality felt
 All conditions of humanity built
 On the bridges
 Tent villages waiting for the state to help
 Glass barely bends before it cracks
 Embedded down into our path
 Paved in the crimson of our tracks
 Without the chance of turning back
 Before the water gets too high
 Before the water gets too high
 If the clock strikes midnight then
 What becomes of our demonstrations?
 To which fate have these gatherings fell?
 Which halls echo all the chants we yelled
 Into faces on the coins we tossed into the wishing well?
 Drinking water on which we subsist
 Mixing into rivers that did not exist
 Yesterday when all the warning signs were there but sorely missed
 What's it worth all the money we made
 Floating idly in a newborn lake?
 Far above financial centers
 Cities sink like market rates
 Glass barely bends before it cracks
 Embedded down into our path
 Paved in the crimson of our tracks
 Without the chance of turning back
 Before the water gets too high
 Add up the bribes you take
 And know time can't be bought
 By the profits that you make
 Before the water gets too high
 To float the powers that be
 Or is it someone else's job
 Until the rich are refugees?
 Before the water gets too high
 Before the water gets too high
 Before the water gets too high
 Before the water gets too high
 Seldom have I ever questioned the end
 Still I grow frost when I'm reminded
 Euphemisms on a loop interchange
 Which hands get to turn the final page?
 In whose throat belongs the swan song
 Of crisis, warming, denial, change?
 Stage TV helps the public explain
 Broadcast beamed into the dry terrain
 Images of drenched survival
 Without hope but soaked with pain
 Consequences of reality felt
 All conditions of humanity built
 On the bridges
 Tent villages waiting for the state to help
 Glass barely bends before it cracks
 Embedded down into our path
 Paved in the crimson of our tracks
 Without the chance of turning back
 Before the water gets too high
 Before the water gets too high
 If the clock strikes midnight then
 What becomes of our demonstrations?
 To which fate have these gatherings fell?
 Which halls echo all the chants we yelled
 Into faces on the coins we tossed into the wishing well?
 Drinking water on which we subsist
 Mixing into rivers that did not exist
 Yesterday when all the warning signs were there but sorely missed
 What's it worth all the money we made
 Floating idly in a newborn lake?
 Far above financial centers
 Cities sink like market rates
 Glass barely bends before it cracks
 Embedded down into our path
 Paved in the crimson of our tracks
 Without the chance of turning back
 Before the water gets too high
 Add up the bribes you take
 And know time can't be bought
 By the profits that you make
 Before the water gets too high
 To float the powers that be
 Or is it someone else's job
 Until the rich are refugees?
 Before the water gets too high
 Before the water gets too high
 Before the water gets too high
 Before the water gets too high