Water - Hothouse Flowers

Aah, aah, aah, aah, aah

Aah, aah, aah, aah, aah

Aah, aah, aah, aah, aah

Aah, aah, aah, aah, aah

I’m sitting, looking at this road

Looks like it’s getting longer

I’ve been carrying a heavy load now

And I’m praying for some water

I’m looking down this road

And my heart is getting weaker

I’m down on my sore knees

And I’m praying for some water

Aah, aah, aah, aah, aah

Aah, aah, aah, aah, aah

Aah, aah, aah, aah, aah

Aah, aah, aah, aah, aah

There are storm clouds overhead

Colored thundery blue like lead

And their battering against the hill

Till the water starts to swell

I see storm clouds ahead

And what will we do then?

Build shelters from the rain

Heavy, heavy, heavy, heavy, heavy rain

Aah, aah, aah, aah, aah

Aah, aah, aah, aah, aah

Aah, aah, aah, aah, aah

Aah, aah, aah, aah, aah

Aah, aah, aah, aah, aah, aah, aah, aah

And it is real and it is old

And it’s been flowing through my bones

They’ve been poisoning our streams

They’re polluting all our oceans

And I hope we get to learn before

The Heaven’s Gates pour open

Aah, aah, aah, aah, aah

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