When thunder rolls into our street All the words are empty, and time is still Just like the song from my old dream, Not completely clear, not completely dark He's got one hand on your shoulder Waiting to take you away Cause you don't wave you drown And the writing on the wall Says leave now or die But what are we supposed to do, But hold our heads high, while we fall When we stand in the backyards of our time, Cemented in the doldrums, eyelids of gold He's got one hand on your shoulder Waiting to take you away Cause you don't wave you drown And the writing on the wall says leave now or die One Hand On your shoulder Waiting To take You away You You don't wave You drown You You don't wave You drown When thunder rolls into our street all the words are empty, and time is still