Fire and the Flood - Vance Joy

Here comes the flood again Watch it fall from the sky Feel it soak through my flesh and my blood Feel it burn in my eyes When I say how much more can I take I know the water's rising up Watch the waves crest and break And though I may not make a sound I fear that I may drown I fear that I may drown Here comes the wind again Cold that cuts to the bone Pack my bags and I'll head out the door Here I am on my own When I say how much more can I stand? I know my walls are falling down I let the rocks who chose the sand And though I know one left to blame Still I cursed your name I cursed your name So now the end What I've been running from Though I've tried I cannot lift my head Oh, what have I become? When I say how much more can I take? I know my time is running short I am broken and I'm breaking Though I've worn myself so thin Coming home again And though I do not know my heart But I know myself into my bones But if my bones should come apart Then I'll have nothing left to give But if you take me in Coming home again And if you take me in Coming home again

Blood, blood, blood; blood and fire Blood, blood, blood; blood and fire There is no more water to out the fire There is no more water to out the fire Let it burn, let it burn Let it burn, burn burn Blood, blood, blood; blood and fire Blood, blood, blood; blood and fire Judgement has come and mercy has gone (mercy come and gone) Ooh, weak hearts shall lick up and spit up (weakheart must get lick up) Judgement has come and mercy has gone (judgement time is here) Ooh, weak hearts shall lick up and spit up (weakheart must get sick up) Let it burn, let it burn Let it burn, burn burn (mercy gone) Blood, blood, blood; blood and fire Rasta Hail! Blessed is the weed, the healing of all nations in every corner of the earth Blessed are the fields of sensimillia that enlighten and erich our soul Blood and fire mek it burn bredren All weak hearts shall lick up and spit up And all righteous shall stand Hail, Rasta hail and wail (rastafari) Hail Rasta don't quail (we not quail) Let it burn, burn burn Let it burn, burn burn

Picture a man Seen like a speck out from this shore Swimming out beyond the breakers Like he's done his life before He feels a coming of the squall Will drag him out a greater length But knows his strength, and tries to gather it And he swims on Turning back to shore again Above the outer atmosphere Of a world he's never seen And looking down to his new home He feels the rising of a wave and knows at once He will not weather it Like that man I looked down into the depths when I met you I couldn't measure it Any time I'd struggled on Against the course, out on my own Every time, I'd burn through the world, I'd see That the world, it burns through me But when I'd let go (I'd let go) My struggling form (my struggling form) My willing soul (I'd see) Every time flow through the world (each time I'd) I'd see (flood through) That the world (the world) It flows through me (it flows through me) That the world, it flows through me Picture a grave Picture six feet freshly dug The sharp temporary walls At the long-term cliff edge of the world Light and air find some new deepness there And usher down the sky where One stands by and tries to make sense of it Try measure loss Measure the silence of a house The unheard footsteps at the doorway The unemployment of the mouth The waking up, having forgotten And remembering again the full extent Of what forever is With each grave I think of loss and I can only think of you I couldn't measure it Any time I've struggled on (I struggled on) Against the course (against the course) Out on my own (I'd see) Every time burn through the world (each time I'd) I'd see (flood through me) That the world (the world) It burns through me (burns through me) But when I, I'd let go (I'd let go) My struggling form (my struggling form) My willing soul (I'd see) Every time flow through the world (each time I'd) I'd see (flood through me) That the world (the world) It flows through me (it flows through me) That the world, it flows through me

Am I the one to hold This crown of ash and salt? Their kindness calls to me I have to block it out My voice has grown so somber These words don't seem like mine But the iron won't subside No matter, no matter what I try Am I raindrops in the flood? In this emptiness, in the storm If I falter, if I fall The wave inside my soul carries all I know Who can take my hand in the flood? A voice calls me forth Through darkness unknown My heart with silence burns Through solemnness and bone The edge beyond the shore This weight of wood and rot I long to reach the other To find, to find the path we lost Am I raindrops, in the flood? In this emptiness, in the storm If I'm broken, if I'm torn The wave inside my soul carries all I knew Who can take my hand in the flood?

Stubborn little man Did a little hands on a worn out tire He's just like his dad Proud that he had it set aside Until that day Many came and took his life Ditzy campaign Til the rains washed away His beautiful plan His beautiful plan His dreams swept away on a sad Kentucky night He ain't gonna wait for the water what's right Some folks just don't last that long And he won't be dead tonight So he got up Got in his truck and drove around A stroke of bad luck He figured as much It won't keep him down He found fame He lives in a place near Clearwater still Works on a boat Carries a load cause there's lots to feel There's lots to feel His dreams swept away on a sad Kentucky night He ain't gonna wait for the water what's right Some folks just don't last that long And he won't be dead tonight A happy old man Did a little hands-on with his knife Sleeps in the coals The pits and the falls that made up his life Now he's inspired Sits by the fire, how his wisdom sings So much to learn Stories that burn all the joy they bring The joy they bring His dreams swept away on a sad Kentucky night He ain't gonna wait for the water what's right His dreams swept away on a sad Kentucky night He ain't gonna wait for the water what's right Some folks just don't last that long And he won't be dead tonight

Rain, rain on my face Hasn't stopped raining for days My world is a flood Slowly I become one with the mud But if I can't swim after 40 days And my mind is crushed by the crashing waves Lift me up so high that I cannot fall Lift me oh (Lift me up) When I'm falling (Lift me up) I'm weak and I'm dying (Lift me up) I need you to hold me (Lift me up) Keep me from drowning again Downpour on my soul Splashing in the ocean, I'm losing control Dark sky all around Can't feel my feet touching the ground But if I can't swim after 40 days And my mind is crushed by the crashing waves Lift me up so high that I cannot fall Lift me oh (Lift me up) When I'm falling (Lift me up) I'm weak and I'm dying (Lift me up) I need you to hold me (Lift me up) Keep me from drowning again Calm the storms that drench my eyes And dry the streams still flowing Casting down all waves of sin And guilt that overthrow me If I can't swim after 40 days And my mind is crushed by the crashing waves Lift me up so high that I cannot fall Lift me oh (Lift me up) When I'm falling (Lift me up) I'm weak and I'm dying (Lift me up) I need you to hold me (Lift me up) Keep me from drowning again (Lift me up) When I'm falling (Lift me up) I'm weak and I'm dying (Lift me up) I need you to hold me (Lift me up) Keep me from drowning again

The rusted chains of prison moons are shattered by the sun I walk a road, horizons change, the tournament's begun The purple piper plays his tune, the choir softly sing Three lullabies in an ancient tongue for the court of the crimson king The keeper of the city keys ut shutters on the dreams I wait outside the pilgrim's door with insufficient schemes The black queen chants, the funeral march, the cracked brass bells will ring To summon back the fire witch to the court of the crimson king The gardener plants an evergreen whilst trampling on a flower I chase the wind of a prism ship to taste the sweet and sour The pattern juggler lifts his hand, the orchestra begin As slowly turns the grinding wheel in the court of the crimson king On soft gray mornings widows cry, the wise men share a joke I run to grasp divining signs to satisfy the hoax The yellow jester does not play, but gently pulls the strings And smiles as the puppets dance in the court of the crimson king

متكتف مهموم موجوع وضعيف وشجاع مليان أحلام وعشان مربوط مكسور وبكسر في المآديف وتفوت أيام وتمر سنين وانا حالي غريب انا مين انا مين مشدود في الساقية وعايش مبسوط وحزين ومحبط وجرئ ورزين مشدود في الساقية وعايش مبسوط وحزين ومحبط وجرئ ورزين على غفلة اتحول بركان جبار انا ضلمة وليل أنا نار ونهار متكتف مهموم موجوع وضعيف وشجاع مليان أحلام وعشان مربوط مكسور وبكسر في المآديف ماشي على طريق مكتوب مرسوم بس انا مسؤول وعليا اللوم ماقدرش أقول من الذنب برئ لا انا ابليس ولا هبقى رسول ماقدرش أقول من الذنب برئ لا انا ابليس ولا هبقى رسول قدامي طريق همشيه همشيه نفهم في الآخر كل ده لية متكتف مهموم موجوع وضعيف وشجاع مليان أحلام وعشان مربوط مكسور وبكسر في المآديف

فوسط زحمة وناس كتير وطريق أنا ماشي فيه عكس السير وسط الطموح والأمل والتمني فاضلي خطوة توصلني فوسط حاجات ومكيفات بحاول أنسى كل اللي فات في وسط صدري ضلعي مكسور ومن خلاله قلبي شايف نور أنا كنت فاكر اني طاير وأتاريني على وشي بقع أنا كنت فاكر إني هوصل لكني بهرب من الوجع أنا كنت فاكر اني طاير وأتاريني على وشي بقع أنا كنت فاكر إني هوصل لكني بهرب من الوجع فوسط الليل وأنا بعيد عن البشر شفت نور يشبه نور القمر بس القمر مسيره يفارق ويسيبني تاني مع الوحدة أحارب فوسط قصة حب يعني وهمية كان لازم أصدق اصل الوحدة قوية مش كل المشاعر حقيقية أنا شفت نور معرفتش اغمض عنيا أنا كنت فاكر اني طاير وأتاريني على وشي بقع أنا كنت فاكر إني هوصل لكني بهرب من الوجع أنا كنت فاكر اني طاير وأتاريني على وشي بقع أنا كنت فاكر إني هوصل لكني بهرب من الوجع