The Waltz Songtext
von Wilful Missing

To the east we have our lowest land
Taken from the sea
Soon it will be taken back
As the black water comes creeping back

To the west we have triumphant hills
And lakes that dress their scars
But soon it will be taken back
As the black water shatters and cracks

So we look to the stars
And their infinite sky

As science and faith collide
Into the night
We′re in the firing line again

To the south we have our richest land
A price you have to pay
But soon there'll be nowhere to stay
As the black water retreats away


To the north Munros scatter the land
They lead the rain astray
But the rain will take its share away
And where black water was earth remains
So we look to the past
To some difficult time
As science and faith collide
Into the night
We′re in the firing line again

So herein lies some sound advice
Much older than its years
Move to the north and write your luck
'Cause elsewhere you'll be fucked

So we look to our God
To some promising heir
As science and faith collide
Into the night
We′re in the firing line again

As science and faith collide
We′ll fight right back
Until the firing line is changed