Lyrics

POTABLE

No really, we could’ve been devotees
Of your enlightened renaissance charm
After tight lines, rigid formations
You strutted in smiling, unarmed

Potable water has come
Potable for some

Honestly, oh we were so ready
Lifting of the ban, sofas at the scrum
After advisories, heavy-handed frisking
You strutted in smiling, unarmed

In line for your loaves without crumbs
Potable water has come
Potable for some

But sincerity slips into sinkholes
A staging of sandbags won’t stop the flood
Our railway line twisted underwater
A rusted and wilting autumn love

In line for your loaves without crumbs
Potable water has come
Potable for some

In line for your loaves without crumbs
Potable water has come
Potable for some

In line for your loaves without crumbs
Potable water has come
Potable for some

For some, for some
Potable for some
For some, for some