, something worth dyin' for It's been nothin' but pain, stuck in this game Searchin' for fortune and fame Searching for fortune and fame, lost in the rain
's a good thing I don't need you to stay You smell like moonlight and early morning rain Pray til a fool but surrender to your pain Or find a cure for
While all the problems multiply With nothing left to do but pray CH I am the rain Falling down to cover you Wish me away But I'm here for your own good
He did it all for you He did it all for you Oh so many many ways for me to show you How your dogma has abandoned you Pray to your Christ, to your god
or cure And then I'll do as I please Hey, hey, hey, I've got something for you Hey, hey, hey, I've got something for you I've got something for you I've got something for
the funeral procession, it wasn't much For grace and pomp and style But those wagon loads of mourners They stretched out for more than a mile And we breathed a prayer
Oh girl, we are the same We are young and lost, and so afraid There's no cure for the pain, no shelter from the rain All our prayers seem to fail In
a land of hopelessness no one cares it's raining flashes when his anger cries he's fighting until he dies blaming his god, for a cure it's too late,
left I just filled a suitcase full of regrets I hailed a taxi in the rain Looking for some place to ease the pain Pre-Chorus: Then like an answered prayer
Oh girl we are the same we are young and lost and so afraid there?s no cure for the pain no shelter from the rain All our prayers seem to fail In
away Oh for so long, I was the wielder of illusions But there's no hiding what we are We are the plague of all, For humanity there is no cure God and
While all the problems multiply With nothing left to do but pray CHORUS I am the rain Falling down to cover you Wish me away But I'm here for your own
is for you Tormented by my every undying devotion for you I have destroyed myself This time it was all or nothing I struck the match and turned away Torch the fields and pray for rain
in my drawers Garage sales and flea markets, we never shopped at malls No dental plan, no medikit - we poor like rain Colored folks think that castor oil cures
rain falling on me Black rain is all that I see Black rain colours the sand Too fast - I don?t understand Verse 2: Black rain made out of steam Black rain
of the endless time, there's no one there but you I lock myself up, unable to even atone I can't do anything but pray...my sadness is not cured I tore