Many times this world has been my playground

An endless field of images, not too profound

I'll let you read between the lines

If you can

Part of someone's grand design of

Sainthood, childhood...slipping through our fingers...



There it is in black and white for you to shout out loud

But all those empty promises just sow more seeds of doubt

Let my vision smother you in heartache

It freezes like the venom from a rattlesnake



It really doesn't matter now, the end will be the same

It really doesn't matter how the world will rise again

There's nothing you can do to stop the river flowing blood

The betting man has played his hand

He's waiting....waiting



Look for me in everything material

I live and breathe philosophy and spiritual escape

You'll find me in the films and in the theaters

Through the minds of novelists and orators



It really doesn't matter now, the end will be the same

It really doesn't matter how the world will rise again

There's nothing you can do to stop the river flowing blood

The betting man has played his hand

He's waiting for the flood



You walked with me before, you know

We've crossed this land before, you know

You've talked with me before, you know

You held my hand before, you know



It really doesn't matter now, the end will be the same

It really doesn't matter how the world will rise again

There's nothing you can do to stop the river flowing blood

The betting man has played and we're just

Waiting for the flood



You've followed me too far

And it's too late to turn around

You've followed me too far

To stop the world from being drowned

There's nothing you can do

To stop the river flowing blood

The betting man has played and we're just

Waiting for the flood



We're waiting

We're waiting...waiting for the flood

We're waiting

We're waiting...waiting for the flood

We're waiting