Jonathan Boulet Piao Voca Slung
Man on the street
Preaching what he dreamed
Waters rise up
Claiming everything
People see the news
Add up all the clues
Now everyone's looking
For the man off the street
But he left us all something to read
He said,
I've seen it all
Seen it all
Seen if fall
But I've never seen
Never seen
You before
What could we do
Even though we knew
People stop working
Everything stops
We're all just waiting
For the end to come
We're just left dreaming
What we could have done
It might be the end of things
But maybe it's the start of something
