all the words run dry
walls are breathing hands are reaching up
to touch my thigh
no they don�t have to take you away
no they don�t have to take you away
no they don�t have to take you away
no they don�t have to take you away
sometimes it�s bright inside inside my head
just like the spark in my eyes
and hands are breathing ones are reaching up
cause that�s the time we rise
no they don�t have to take you away
no they don�t have to take you away
no they don�t have to take you away
no they don�t have to take you away
that�s breaking away again..
no they don�t have to take you away
we walked the narrow path,
beneath the smoking skies
sometimes you can barely tell the difference
between darkness and light
do you have faith
in what we believe?
the truest test is when we can not
when we can not see
sung:
i hear pounding feet in the,
in the streets below, and the,
and the women crying, and the,
and the children know that there
that there�s something wrong,
and it�s hard to believe that love prevail
oh, it won�t rain all the time
the sky won�t fall forever
and though the night seem long
your tears won�t fall forever
oh, when i�m lonely,
i lie awake at night
and i wish you were here
i miss you
can you tell me
is there something more to
believe in?
or is this all there is?
in the streets below, and the,
and the window breaks and,
and a woman falls, there�s,
there�s something wrong, it�s
it�s so hard to believe that love will prevail
oh, it won�t rain all the time
the sky won�t fall forever
and though the night seem long
your tears won�t fall
your tears won�t fall
your tears won�t fall..forever...
last night i had a dream
you came into my room,
you took me into your arms
whispering and kissing me,
and telling me to still believe
but then the emptiness of a
burning sea against which we see
our darkest of sadness
until i felt safe and warm
i fell asleep in your arms
