will the dust ever settle on us the flames hiding in the smoke will there ever be enough or will the flames choke will our skin ever be dry from the blood of the still born will the rain wash our minds and drip from our thorns and as it falls all around you see it hit the ground i say to you let it come let it come down the acorn loosens its grip a wave farewell from the branch past the trunk it slips and descends into chance your tree is near the riverbed where the black water sleeps will you sink into the ground or to the water seep and as it falls all around you see it hit the ground i say to you let it come let it come down the nails they re broken the chips they re down the times they have chosen your time has come and as it falls all around you see it hit the ground i say to you let it come let it come down