[Lyric] Flash Flood (Brahms' Third Racket)

Summer comes
The days grow long
Orchards start to wither
Falcons fly to far off lairs
King snake starts to slither

Spirit of the river
You’re finally awake
Put your finger on the trigger
Open up the flood gates

Winter dies
The nights grow warm
Horizon starts to shimmer
Breath runs dry in the dirty wind
Flash flood swallows the swimmer

Spirit of the river
You’re finally awake
Put your finger on the trigger
Open up the flood gates
Open up the flood gates
Open up the flood gates