Jonathan Boulet
piao voca slung
Man on the street
Preaching what he dreamed
Waters rise up
Claiming everything
People see the news
Add up all the clues
Now everoneâs looking
For the man off the street
But he left us all something to read
He said,
Iâve seen it all
Seen it all
Seen it fall.
But Iâve never seen
Never seen
You before
What could we do
Even though we knew
People stop working
Everything stops
Weâre all just waiting
For the end to come
Weâre just left dreaming
What we could have done.
Iâve seen it all
Seen it all
Seen it fall.
But Iâve never seen
Never seen
You before
It might be the end of things
But maybe itâs the start of something.