Another time
We'd turn the wheels and head back north home
As the sun would rise
Over the fields which once were overgrown
Melting the ice
Into algae blooms to consume the small and obscure lives
Slowly we realize
It's all too real!

When the ruins flood
And the roads no longer lead to anywhere
We'll be on our new beach
With more than one moon keeps us awake

It's another rising of the plume that eats more than the sky
As the rending tide
Inundates your room, now that consumes your inferior life
Staring into the eagle's eyes
Your soul it steals
To so blatantly deny
What's proven real

When the ruins flood
And the road no longer leads to home
We'll be on our new beach
When the sun sleeps behind the waves

When the ruins flood
And the roads no longer lead to anywhere
We'll be on our new beach
Where more than one moon keeps us awake