Things falling out of the sky.
A woman with stones in her eyes.
Here's hoping that she may find
Some asylum to hold up inside.
A place which is not so unkind.
Tears breaking waves on the beach.
Crumbling walls which have never been breached.
And only the lucky may find
Some high ground to wait out the tide.
A place which is not so unkind.
Yes, here's hoping that they may find
Some shelter to crawl in and hide.
A place which is not so unkind.
Faces melting like wax in the heat.
People dying like dogs in the street.
And love is a word in the sand
That a wave wipes away with her hand
And the ocean just don't understand.
So here's hoping that we may find
Some asylum to hold up inside.
A place which is not so unkind
Someday somewhere down the line.
A place to be free in our minds.
A world which is not so unkind.