The Flood

Ben Caplan

Compositor: Ben Caplan / Graham Scott

I wake up to the tolling of the bell
And I feel the water swell
It's been coming up, slowly rising
Hard to believe that it's not surprising
I've lost the foreground watching the horizon

The rising tide doesn't raise all boats
There are some of us who can't float
Some of us are working in the mud
Not being innocent don't make me guilty
You can't keep your hands clean when it's filthy
See the water dimmed with human blood
There's no justice drowning in the flood

I wake up as the light begins to bend
And I watch the night descend
After a dutiful lifetime of dreams
Trickling riches and muffled screams
The centre can't hold, it gyres to the extremes

The rising tide doesn't raise all boats
There are some of us who can't float
Some of us are working in the mud
Not being innocent don't make me guilty
You can't keep your hands clean when it's filthy
See the water dimmed with human blood
There's no justice drowning in the flood

The rising tide doesn't raise all boats
There are some of us who can't float
Some of us are working in the mud
Not being innocent don't make me guilty
You can't keep your hands clean when it's filthy
See the water dimmed with human blood
There's no justice drowning in the flood