The Element of Truth

I drift on a long-term lease during the summer of heat

And evolve into some kind of sabre tooth beast

I’m sat by the station, I’ve got no destination

I’m a single digit in a billion equations

 

And no one, not even the rain, can wash all this away

Its water is the element of truth

 

Now I’m ticking off the seconds, talking with discretion

I gaze at my reflection as it slides right off the glass

My genies in its bottle, my skin is looking mottled

I’ve taken on the pallor of the cash that I have stashed

 

And no one, not even the rain, can wash all this away

Its water is the element of truth

 

And no one, not even the rain, can wash all this away

Its water is the element of truth

 

There are cracks from the heat in the pavement

All my previous engagements with the moon, the sun, the stars have been called off

 

And no one, not even the rain, can wash all this away

Its water is the element of truth