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