Bringing Home The Rain

Blood-shot your eyes drop

And the skin's all wearing thin

There's no one here to tell you about the depth of the water

Or the trouble that you're in

You're dancin' with your demons baby

You forgot your former lie

And it was hard swimmin' once

And now you're daily divin' in

And I'm bringin' home the rain

There's no supper on the table

And my feet are in the flame

I'm drying out again

All your kin have all gone on to fields all bathed in Sun

And the only things left in your possession is an empty bottle and a gun

And the weekends come and go like tides and they soak you to the neck

And pretty soon the weekdays are all the same

And I'm bringin' home the rain

(I'm bringin' home the rain)

There's no supper on the table

(No supper on the table)

And my feet are in the flame

I'm drying out again

I'm bringin' home the rain

(I'm bringin' home the rain)

A baby's cryin' in a cradle

(Baby's cryin' in a cradle)

And my feet are in the flame

I'm drying out again

Evil are the demons that haunt you

Forgetting what it was that they taught you

And now there's no one left to stop you

Or to catch you when you drop

You're evil as the demons that haunt you

Forgetting what it was that they taught you

And now there's no one left to stop you

Or to catch you when you drop

You're evil as the demons that haunt you

Forgetting what it was that they taught you

But now there's no one left to stop you

Or to catch you when you when you

When you when your

Blood-shot your eyes drop

And the skin's all wearing thin

There's no one here to tell you about the depth of the water

Or the trouble that you're in

You're dancin' with your demons baby

You forgot your former lie

And it was hard swimmin' once

And now you're daily divin' in

And I'm bringin' home the rain

(I'm bringin' home the rain)

There's no supper on the table

(No supper on the table)

And my feet are in the flame

I'm drying out again

I'm bringin' home the rain

(I'm bringin' home the rain)

A baby's cryin' in a cradle

(Baby's cryin' in a cradle)

And my feet are in the flame

I'm drying out again

And I'm bringin' home the rain

(I'm bringin' home the rain)

There's no supper on the table

(No supper on the table)

And my feet are in the flame

Oh the ceiling's closin' in