Tytuł: Handful of rain

• Wykonawca: Savatage
• Wyświetleń: 173

The night is growing dark
   From somewhere deep within
   It shelters like an ark
   That always takes you in
  
   The barmaid walks on over
   And pours another round
   For a lost soul at the corner
   Who prays he's never found
  
   And the mind goes numb
   Until it's feeling no pain
   And the soul cries out
   For a handful of rain
  
   Wash your women
   In your Whiskey
   When your future's
   In the past
   And your staring
   Up at heaven
   From the bottom
   Of a glass
   And you need some insulation
   From the years you've
   Had and lost
   And you feel the perspiration
   As you're adding up the cost
  
   And the night rolls on
   Like a slow moving train
   And the soul cries out
  
   There's a land beyond the living
   There's a land beyond the dead
   If it's true that God's forgiving
   Of the lives that we had led
   In the distance there's a thunder
   And the air is thick and warm
   And the patrons watch with wonder
   The approaching of the storm
  
   And the night rolls on
   Like a slow moving train
   And the soul cries out
   For a handful of rain
  
   There's an old man in the corner
   And he's smoking all the time
   An the smoke is drifting upward and it's
   Twisting in my
   Twisting in my
   Mind
   In my mind
  
   The whiskey's getting deeper
   And I use it like a moat
   There's a blues man in the distance and he's
   Lost inside his
   Note
   His note
  
   The night is growing dark
   From somewhere deep within
   It shelters like an ark
   That always takes you in
  
   And the night rolls on
   Like a slow moving train
   And the soul cries out
   For an handful of rain