Meet Me Here in a Thousand Years

Waters rise above my head
Oh meet me at the waters edge
What is this face, who’s is this name?
What kind of violence can I take?
The wind comes singing in my ear
Oh meet me here in a thousand years
Like lepers here our hearts have bled
And my mind is hanging by a thread
Then a bus pulled in from some other land
They were like angels, then a man grabbed my hand
Said «I see your soul behind the mask you wear
Like a diamond, cold, buried under there»
Oh meet me here in a thousand years