The Weeping Streets Of Woodland Lyrics

From the underground

From the dead below

Now it's breaking out

It's a troubling flow

It's a steam-less boil

With no bed or shore

Pushing blind toward

More of its own

When the streets

Turn to water

Fell asleep

Now we're driving in the river

Time to sink

Surface failing

Underneath our feet

The flood is gently raging

We won't dip our hand

In that bitter stream

Let it roll away

Not for us to drink

We will close our eyes

We will not be cleaned

The weeping streets of Woodland

When the streets

Turn to water

Fell asleep

Now we're driving in the river

Time to sink

Surface failing

Underneath our feet

The flood is gently raging