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, hmm 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 Two-point-eight, yeah, it's 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