Floods are in my big green pasture
Lock the gates and tell
A dirty creek of false disaster
Go and ring the bell
I cut the line of empty fables
Watch them grow again
A deal on a fallen table
Going round the bend
Brush them off, don’t give a light of day
Nothing could be so fine
In a world where you don’t have to pay
How could you even see boy with your head on fire
The fighting on the inside but there’s peace
There’s peace for me
Nothing’s what it seems
Come back home
Nothing’s what it seems
Come back home (oh nothing)
Nothing’s what it seems
Come back home (oh nothing)
Nothing’s what it seems
Come back home
