Moon streaming through the trees
I wonder what this means
Clouds forming into swords
Shining like I've never seen

Waiting tomorrow
Hiding tomorrow
Waiting tomorrow
Hide from all our sorrows

Words written in the sky
Tell me, could this be a dream?
Silently, pilots are circling
Waiting for the unforeseen
Red alert goes through the world
The heavens are opening
Run to the shelter nearest you
Our planet's running out of steam
[Metal thunder sound]

Waiting tomorrow
Hiding tomorrow
Waiting tomorrow
Hide from all our sorrows

Moon is turning red, trees are dead
I wonder what this means
Clouds have changed to sheets of mist
Like I've never seen
Waiting tomorrow
Hiding tomorrow
Waiting tomorrow
Hide from all our sorrows

Waiting tomorrow
Hiding tomorrow
Waiting tomorrow
Hide from all our sorrows

Stars are fading from the sky
Tell me, could this be a dream?
Silently, pilots land
Waiting for the unforeseen
Waiting for the unforeseen
Waiting for the unforeseen
Waiting for the unforeseen