Heaven's rain falls upon. Faces of the children who look skyward.. Twisting metal through the air,. Scars and screams. So you might know his fury.. . [Chorus].
She's there waiting at the gate painted by the dawn.. She's there waiting at the gates as the velvet night sky is torn.. . She says good morning, I smile and say the same..
For ten weeks now, number three stood empty. Nobody thought there would be. Family laughter behind the windows. Or a Christmas tree. . Then a couple from up north.