A dearth of moisture breaks the earth
to pieces I canЂ?t knit to one
(oh, I canЂ?t knit to one)
IЂ?m on my way accross the land
to another place as dry as hell
crumbling, disintegrating grain for grain
the people look to me for help
to ease their pain and nurse their wealth
their miracleЂ?s a curse to me
ґcuz somehow somthing follows me a dark cloud I canЂ?t seem to lose
destined to give what they need take
the rain is falling on my head
the rain falls down
water, water everywhere
ґfar back as I can think
as long as I remember IЂ?ve been swallowed by the drink
drowning in solutions
spirits dampened by the downpour
with the problems that IЂ?m solving IЂ?m disolving
in the rain thatЂ?s falling on my head
the rain falls down