The Light

(альбом: To All We Stretch The Open Arm - 2004)

What's the use of holding out
A work sore hand to catch some rain
It turns up empty, all is dry
And all you ever wanted was some rain
Was some rain

If heaven is the future
Why is it that that you refuse to go
There now with all you have
You really should do more than just complain
Just complain

Such a rotten taste
Is left when you don't think to say that
It's just such a sorry waste
To take the easy way out of the pain
Of the pain

When the end shines from the deep
And all the hate and all the hell that history has released
Would tremble before your valor if you'd
Just get down on your knees
And promise to all your children true
That you will live in peace

Where's the light to shine on me
Oh, send me something, send me please
Cleanse my body, close my eyes
I'm naked and prepared to die
In the starry atmosphere
When all the questions disappear
And pressure with a salty taste
Exalts the tears that soak your face