lyrics
Autumn rising, slow capsizing.
Now the palms have been read.
The future holds cyclones, skulls and crossed bones,
fly the flag of my decapitated head.
Through blinding pains and hurricanes,
we cling to the hope for change.
Look how long we've been waiting. For so long.
There is treasure here we have been shown,
but it's never ours to hold.
We can't escape this undertow, until the current lets us go.
Look how long we've been waiting.
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DAWN,
released 01 May 1999
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