The rivers are rising
Washing us away.
Out by the wayside,
We're up to our NECKS.
Counting down the days.

I'm downtown
Can you feel the fall calling out?
It's calling out.
It's calling me!

They all sit and stare
Lost children!
LOST CHILDREN!

Come back darling
And take care of this island.
These currents drift away.
We could of been the one's.
Yeah,
We coulda' been the one's.


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Subtle Disaster song meanings
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