Lirieke: A. A. Bondy. Hey Preacher.

Pleased to meet you, nice to see you
Welcome to the siren
Elegy has gone away and run off with the dawn
Dirty word is on the loose and on found its way to your heart
There no dreams but bottle dreams but you don't play today

Even though we seemed to sleep we listen for the sirens
Whisper of a freedom gun held out by that girl
Even though she's poor as dirt she walks just like a princess
She could be your sister don't you know

When the rains come, put on your best
Fashion in the truth for the lies in your chest
I'd surely die if i thought you'd be impressed
You think everybody is a ghost

When you find yourself alone in the tropic of cancer
You reach for the nearest rope and pulled on it so hard
Words they circle high and free and listen for your answer
Please don't give me liberty just give me what I want

Funny thing about my eyes they don't get any older
You were 5 and I was 6 and we were scared to dance
And if I saw your blood run out I'd laugh just like a soldier
You could be my sister don't you know

When the rains come, put on your best
Fashion in the truth for the lies in your chest
I'd surely die if I thought you'd be impressed
You just let 'em go and i swear ill do the rest

When the rains come, put on your best
Fashion in the truth for the lies in your chest
I'd surely die if I thought you'd be impressed
You think everybody is a ghost