The Flood

Written by Nicolette Good. Copyright 2012.

We were born to a belly full of worry
Until we fed from the chord
That made us sing of mysterious things

All was hard, the leaves were stirring
For a mistake to make a melody

Can you hear what I hear?
Can you see what’s been shown to me?

Grab the end of the song that you’re spinning
This is just the beginning of the flood
Before we came, the rule, it was written
Resolution forbidden.

Come and sit with me, tell me, can you hear what I hear?
Can you see what’s been shown to me?