David Logan (1967 - 2022) (The Southern Waves) Lyrics

Eyes raised to the higher ground,
Filled with tears in the rain
The World has washed a surface clean
And voices cry out of loss and pain
The water fills the air,
Becomes the water that lifts the soil
Man slides into the Past on a last roar of passion... terraformed

The Tropic of Capricorn, a line on the globe,
A marker on a fluid changing floor
A seascape flood of primal nature,
Joining with the power of the downward skies

We cannot stand, we can but fall,
We sow as we reap, safe behind our walls
Our Domicile was but a dream,
Awakened now amidst the screaming

The Southern Waves arise to forge the child,
Once held in Pangaea's arms
The Southern waves with Gaia's voice,
Reshape the land, reshape our World

We cannot stand, we can but fall,
We sow as we reap, safe behind our walls
Our Domicile was but a dream,
Awakened now amidst the screaming

The Southern Waves arise to forge the child,
Once held in Pangaea's arms
The Southern waves with Gaia's voice,
Reshape the land,
Reshape our World