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
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
Oversettelse: Savatage. Handful Of Rain.
but an illusion In my mind alone you breathe You believed in things that I will never know You were out there drowning but it never showed ?Till inside a rain
dreams he's never owned Are still safely tucked away Until tomorrow he just Carries on See the Devil in the streets at night See him running in the pouring rain
In the dark and bleeding With the shadows seething There he stands alone Fools and faith conspire Questions of desire That they never owned Kings without
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
Cheshire cat Done rip your soul Don't turn your back Don't turn your back Car rolls by Move real slow Fade it to black Fade it to black But nothings
He never closed his eyes Or so we theorized But we were young and bold And he was mostly old And his time nearly done He came back from a war On some
There In the dark There's a child and she's waiting Lost in the maze of a fait accompli Is it a crime to be just hesitating While we're pretending that
Hey You She's gonna get you If you go walking by this corner slow Don't think she's gonna let you leave Just because you want to go Boy you ain't seen
follow Poets and madmen All defy reason Still in my mind I know I want to live my life with you Dying hard Play my whole hand until it's through Dying
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[Taken from Handful of Rain] [Music & Words: Jon Oliva, Paul O'Neill] The night is growing dark From somewhere deep within It shelters like an ark
