Personally, I think it's about the greenhouse effect and the pollution in general.
I dig ’til my shovel tells a secret,
Swear to the Earth that I will keep it,
Brush off the dirt
And let my change of heart occur.
I'm looking for answers until I finally know what is wrong here and I finally get to know the problem and want to change this.
Sold soon after the appraisal,
The hammer struck the auction table
Louder than anything I’ve ever heard.
But we are doomed, aren't we? Isn't it too late to do something about it?
Fault lines tremble underneath my glass house.
But I put it out of my mind
Long enough to call it courage
To live without a lifeline.
I bend the definition
Of faith to exonerate my blind eye.
The first signs of earth going down are there, but we act like we don't see it until we really think it isn't there.
"'til the sirens sound, I’m safe."
Until there is a siren that declares our doom, that declares that the greenhouse effect isn't to be stopped I am safe and can do what I want.
Meanwhile, my family’s taking shelter.
The sparks send the fire down the wire,
A countdown begins,
Until the dynamite gives in.
Meanwhile, the earth is REALLY going down and his family has found shelter while the last mines are looted with tons of dynamite, although there is no green left.
The echo, as wide as the equator,
Travels through a world of built up anger-
Too late to pull itself together now.
It is too late to change something now. And the news about the inevitable are traveling through the world of anger.
There was an earthquake.
There was an avalanche of change.
We were so afraid,
We cried ourselves a hurricane.
There were floods,
Tidal waves over us,
So we folded our hands and prayed.
Like a domino,
These wildfires grow and grow
Until a brand new world takes shape.
So there is it: The apocalypse, the natural catastrophes. And everything has come to an end and a new world without us will shape.."
Personally, I think it's about the greenhouse effect and the pollution in general.
I dig ’til my shovel tells a secret, Swear to the Earth that I will keep it, Brush off the dirt And let my change of heart occur.
I'm looking for answers until I finally know what is wrong here and I finally get to know the problem and want to change this.
Sold soon after the appraisal, The hammer struck the auction table Louder than anything I’ve ever heard.
But we are doomed, aren't we? Isn't it too late to do something about it?
Fault lines tremble underneath my glass house. But I put it out of my mind Long enough to call it courage To live without a lifeline. I bend the definition Of faith to exonerate my blind eye.
The first signs of earth going down are there, but we act like we don't see it until we really think it isn't there.
"'til the sirens sound, I’m safe."
Until there is a siren that declares our doom, that declares that the greenhouse effect isn't to be stopped I am safe and can do what I want.
Meanwhile, my family’s taking shelter. The sparks send the fire down the wire, A countdown begins, Until the dynamite gives in.
Meanwhile, the earth is REALLY going down and his family has found shelter while the last mines are looted with tons of dynamite, although there is no green left.
The echo, as wide as the equator, Travels through a world of built up anger- Too late to pull itself together now.
It is too late to change something now. And the news about the inevitable are traveling through the world of anger.
There was an earthquake. There was an avalanche of change. We were so afraid, We cried ourselves a hurricane. There were floods, Tidal waves over us, So we folded our hands and prayed. Like a domino, These wildfires grow and grow Until a brand new world takes shape.
So there is it: The apocalypse, the natural catastrophes. And everything has come to an end and a new world without us will shape.."