The Flood
I feel
That our day may be done now
That our tale has been torn down
With silence and shade
Some say
That this road's made of yearning
And that our woe is slowly burning
The remains of our youth
Lost in the flood of desire
Stranded in a cold ring of fire
I hope
That our wheels will keep turning
That our hearts will start running
Through the fields as they burn
Now we know,
Words are better left unspoken
And that innocence is stolen
By the deafness of pain
Lost in the flood of desire
Stranded in a cold ring of fire
Numbed by a whisper of the chime
Stunned by that frail piercing light
Lost in the flood of desire
Stranded in a cold ring of fire
Numbed by a whisper of the chime
Stunned by that frail piercing light
Writer/s: Jose Vieira, Sergio Manuel Ferreira Silva
