And the Rain Falls Down
The fight is over.
I’m sinking like a stone before the tide.
The Heroes have gone
The fight is over
But still the beckoned rhythms of your voice call my name.
And the rain falls down, over my head
Hold onto me
Hold what you own
Hold on to me
I’m done pretending
Free falling to the floor before I die
You still haven’t gone
I’m done pretending
But still the golden kiss of your night calls my name.
I can’t do this again
I’m lower than the dirt beneath grass.
The Angels have flown
The fight is over
But still the rolling thrills of your love call my name
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