Listen to the sounds on your window pane,
So full of life, are they in vain?
‘Tis a song to save your soul tonight
‘Tis a balm for your broken faith...
Glorious sparks peep out from behind an inky bench
Where sits a dark cloud
It roars as if it’s hungry
It howls out aloud!
The musky earth below me makes me want to dance,
Savouring the last few drops of them all
I drench as if in a trance
Rain o’rain, come home to me
It’s never too late, it’ll never be...
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