Talkin' to myself Idea and images covered with dust
Memories well-worn from contant use
Stained by loneliness and lust.
Heaping, on my heart abuse.
Somebody tell me, what's the use?
Somebody tell me, Somebody tell me what's the use?
Wet-walking in streaming rain
Hair stuck to my head like my thoughts.
Regrets half-felt and sin half-loved,
What I have bought?
Drops coming down on my face, and on the root tops
But they don't reach inside me,
I say faith is just for fools.
Somebody tell me What's the use?
Love cold and wet against my skin,
Where do you end how do you begin.
I'm so lost in a world without Your breath
Afraid of being touched without tenderness.
Needing Your fire Fearing your flame
Should I surrender Waiting for the rain
Streaming rain Come rain
Lord send Your rain, rain, rain rain rain