There\'s water in the setting sun
Fire in the pouring rain
We all know what we\'ve done
But we never speak its name
The echoes of carelessness
Ring out through eternity
For no child gets to be young
In the distant ripples of our legacy
The sky burns neon red
The ground cracks at their feet
The children\'s children of your child
Looking back in sweet disbelief
There\'s snow drops in early autumn
Smoke rising from the lake
The piano\'s collecting dust
Cos there\'s never a song worth playing
The echoes of recklessness
Scream out through eternity
For no river gets to be swam
On the outskirts of what used to be
The feilds burn neon blue
The flood rises to their knees
The childrens children of your child
Looking back in sweet disbelief