Looking out my window What do I see? Seven hundred houses Scattered in front of me Silence all around me Deafening the air Not a sign of anyone I just had to stare
What is this madness? My hopes and dreams and sins All the signs that led me home Are scattered to the winds I’m searching for my friends I’m shaking in my skin Where have all of my saints gone? Will they come marching in?
What can be done? Another storm to overcome What can be done? What can be done? Another storm to overcome, now
Let’s pick up the pieces From this tragedy You and I must come to terms With this reality I’m lost, and I’m looking My cities washed away But you know that I’ll be back I’m coming back to stay
What can be done? Another storm to overcome What can be done? What can be done? Another storm to overcome, now
What can be done? Another storm to overcome What can be done? What can be done? Another storm to overcome, now