The Drowned World

News just in, as news tends to be sure enough its bad news again
The weather front that dominates our skyline
Shows no signs of weakening, subsiding
No place left to hide in, the high rises became grey concrete islands
While the British tried smiling through
You could see their tears fall through their waterproofs
First to go were the power lines
Communication became impossible, now panic drives
Roads blocked, people left their rides
Opted to barricade their locked doors and stayed inside
Waiting for help is how most people died
Polluted water and no food supplies
Some made a break some made a so-called boat that snapped
They all drowned no choked, clap clap
As days swam I saw some flats collapse
Hard to say if people stayed none emerged intact
Sat there I watched detached without the strength to act
It's impossible to see us ever turning back
I'm still amazed at all the pain that awaits us
Odds even placed on a lottery of saviours
Hope for the breeze to come to bury me, see the life that I lead

Look at the dream; look at the grey which once was green
Open your eyes
Deepest inside its greed, but you miss the point this is deserved

Each time a tide runs the blood veins of London
From Olympic Village East, runs an underwater marathon
The rise is still apart under sun, climbing the walls
Changing all ceilings to floors
No discrimination it just drenches all
The old poor, the new dead, the old rich, the new poor
Start to question the why and the what for
A need for a reason, a key for a door
Playing to its symphony, thinking that I'm in too deep
Knowing I can swim it but not knowing if it's meant to be
What if I reach that terminal beach and find man's tracks
A retreat to the peaks
What If it holds life? My Sanity for Sanctuary
Is that enough for me to up and leave this haunted balcony?
Near to the edge, my soul begins to seep
Shadow growing long
A water world at feet
A sail seen from the roof at night
Navigates cold streets such a ghostly sight
Is it a sign of life or just reflected light?
See the mind plays tricks eyes try to fight
I summon up enough strength to stand
Cracked lips part to breathe their last breath on this dry land
Then I'm off running like I missed my flight
Called out screaming reached the ledge and dived

Look at the dream; look at the grey which once was green
Open your eyes
Deepest inside its greed, but you miss the point this is deserved

Look at the dream; look at the grey which once was green
Open your eyes
Deep down inside its greed, but you miss the point this is deserved

These things I see
Look at the dream; look at the grey which once was green
Open your eyes
Deep down inside its greed, but you miss the point this is deserved