Every warning we ignored
Drifting in from distant shores
The wind presents a change of course
A second reckoning of sorts
We were wasted waiting for
A comedown over revolving doors....
'Then, suddenly from afar
Strange thunder, night black as tar.
Faith remembered, cleared fear and hope,
As once again, up, I began to grope.'
I've been a big fan of Metric for years.
Let's hope the real collapse has such a catchy soundtrack.
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