Tides of The Mothership

(doo-wop... doo-wop...)

A thousand years of waiting,

searching the skies

For the final resolution to rise

But the cost of peace is a heavy tide

(doo-wop,

doo-wop)

The mothership arrives in a blaze of gold The final resolution foretold

But they claim the waters,

they dry the sea

Is this the peace that was meant to be?

We watch the shores recede into dust

A desert born from broken trust

The price of silence

is a barren shore (ahhhh)

The mothership arrives in a blaze of gold The final resolution foretold

But they claim the waters,

they dry the sea

Is this the peace that was meant to be?

A thousand years of peace...

(for a dry, empty sea)