[Verse 1]
Seldom have I ever questioned the end
Still I grow frost when I'm reminded
Euphemisms on a loop interchange
Which hands get to turn the final page?
In whose throat belongs the swan song
Of crisis, warming, denial, change?
State TV helps the public explain
Broadcast beamed into the dry terrain
Images of drenched survival
Without hope but soaked with pain
Consequences of reality felt
All conditions of humanity built
On the bridges, tent villages
Waiting for the state to help
[Pre-Chorus]
Glass barely bends before it cracks
Embedded down into our path
Paved in the crimson of our tracks
Without the chance of turning back
[Chorus 1]
Before the water gets too high
Before the water gets too high
Seldom have I ever questioned the end
Still I grow frost when I'm reminded
Euphemisms on a loop interchange
Which hands get to turn the final page?
In whose throat belongs the swan song
Of crisis, warming, denial, change?
State TV helps the public explain
Broadcast beamed into the dry terrain
Images of drenched survival
Without hope but soaked with pain
Consequences of reality felt
All conditions of humanity built
On the bridges, tent villages
Waiting for the state to help
[Pre-Chorus]
Glass barely bends before it cracks
Embedded down into our path
Paved in the crimson of our tracks
Without the chance of turning back
[Chorus 1]
Before the water gets too high
Before the water gets too high
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