When Baja Slips Into the Sea
When Baja Slips into the Sea
Maybe by then we all will see
When the waters rise in our hometown
We can deny it still we all will drown
When the waters rise
And Islands cease to be
Seaside Cities disappear
And Baja slips into the sea
When Paradise itself
Burns to the ground
We are still listening
To the sound of the Trumpet
As the forest burns around us
When the waves come lapping into our backyards
Deny it's happening it's not that hard
When fouled and filthy water oozes into our homes
Realize we are not alone
When the waters rise
And Islands cease to be
Seaside Cities disappear
And Baja slips into the sea
When the white bears die
They don't know why
They are so hungry
They are so hungry
Chicken Little is not lying
But the sky's not falling
The sea is rising
The sea is rising
When Gotham itself becomes submerged
Maybe by then, we will have learned
But I doubt it
When South Sea Islands disappear
Surely by then all of our fears
Will truly be realized
When the waters rise
And Islands cease to be
Seaside Cities disappear
And Baja slips into the sea
When Paradise itself
Burns to the ground
We are listening
To the sound of the Trumpet
Of the Trumpet
When Baja Slips into the Sea
Maybe by then, we all will see
Maybe by then we all will see
When the waters rise in our hometown
We can deny it still we all will drown
When the waters rise
And Islands cease to be
Seaside Cities disappear
And Baja slips into the sea
When Paradise itself
Burns to the ground
We are still listening
To the sound of the Trumpet
As the forest burns around us
When the waves come lapping into our backyards
Deny it's happening it's not that hard
When fouled and filthy water oozes into our homes
Realize we are not alone
When the waters rise
And Islands cease to be
Seaside Cities disappear
And Baja slips into the sea
When the white bears die
They don't know why
They are so hungry
They are so hungry
Chicken Little is not lying
But the sky's not falling
The sea is rising
The sea is rising
When Gotham itself becomes submerged
Maybe by then, we will have learned
But I doubt it
When South Sea Islands disappear
Surely by then all of our fears
Will truly be realized
When the waters rise
And Islands cease to be
Seaside Cities disappear
And Baja slips into the sea
When Paradise itself
Burns to the ground
We are listening
To the sound of the Trumpet
Of the Trumpet
When Baja Slips into the Sea
Maybe by then, we all will see
Credits
Writer(s): Geoff Tebbutt
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