It's about 9 o'clock on Friday night
We're ten miles ahead of the rising ocean
The water's not moving as fast as it was
But the wind is still strong and the it's not over yet

I think maybe the Gods have taken enough human lives
Maybe my family and I will escape alive
But why were we spared our meaningless lives
Is it possible a gift was given to the people who died

There's people camped out on the ground all around
My father's setting up the tent so we can sleep
Using the truck as a wall from the wind
Our tent barely sticks on the dusty ground

This is the time to relax our minds
And not take for granted that we still have some time
We sleep close together to keep ourselves warm
It'd actually be kind of fun if we weren't on the run

Getting some rest
With one eye open
Worried to death
About would could happen
Getting some rest
With one eye open watching the earth
Worried to death
About would could happen to my family

Sleep
Broken dream
Too blind to hear
Counting
Sheep over the fence to go to sleep

This is the time to relax our minds
And not take for granted that we still have some time
We sleep close together to keep ourselves warm
It'd actually be kind of fun if we weren't on the run

Starting from the bottom
Building back up again
With my mother and father
And my brother and friends
Starting from the inside
Out up to the sky
With my mother and father
and my brother and friends