| When The Piper Calls |
|---|
| Water drenched people |
| Take me in from the rain |
| To a warm kind of heaven |
| Where it’s shining again |
| I’ve seen some faces |
| Some old and some grey |
| But just like water |
| I let them slip away |
| And if I tumble |
| And if I tumble |
| When morning comes |
| I harvest my thoughts |
| They spread like plague |
| I hear them call |
| The bread in our mouths |
| The dirt on our hands |
| When she calls |
| And if I tumble |
| And if I tumble |
| I found a silent dream |
| And heald it for a day |
| But just like water |
| I let it slip away |
| When morning comes |
| I harvest my thoughts |
| They spread like plague |
| I hear them call |
