And The Rain Will Wash It All Away

Finally at war

Our armies gather out on plains

The silence grows, the sun sets soon

And the rain will wash it all away

Now we’re all alone at sea

St. Mary‘s guiding the cursed few

Through highest waves and darkest nights

And the rain will wash it all away

Then down we fall

Still holding on to

Each other’s grudge

We’re variations on a theme

In spite of everything

For all we‘ve built and we’ve sold

In spite of all broken vows

One hundred bitter years

In spite of all misery

For all we’ve raped and we’ve torn

In spite of bale and of fear

One thousand bitter tears

So here we are

The dreamers of a long‐lost worn‐out dream

And still we are

Like jesters rowing blindly toward the storm

And still our hearts are stained with memory

And the rain will wash it all away

Now a gold‐haired girl

Is singing charms into my ears

Forgetting war, forgetting pain

And the rain will wash it all away

And soon we will rise

Our armies at peace

Still I’m holding onto

Something, somewhere, sometime

In spite of everything

For all we‘ve built and we’ve sold

In spite of all broken vows

One hundred bitter years

In spite of all misery

For all we’ve raped and we‘ve torn

In spite of bale and of fear

One thousand bitter tears

So here we are

Designers of a long‐lost worn‐out scheme

And still we are

Like lovers racing blindly towards the end

Our crippled souls stained with reflection

And the rain will wash it all away