Once again, the winter’s gone
But still chilling your veins
And they tore up the plains
To make way for a new tollway
Waiting for the warm of spring to come
To turn your world green
Hoping soon to be
Twisting along the open road like a snake
But you’re alone again as usual out
On the balcony
But soon the drought will become a flood
And it’ll drown out the feeling
Awaiting an awakening
You could have one again
It would not be pretend
It could be so reasonably easy
Or a perfect moment now to pray
To a Christian Lord
Wine, ashes and palms
Born again again just yesterday
Now alone again as usual out on the balcony
A two-point-eight is still a quake