Well I walked in the pouring rain. And I heard a voice that cries "It's all in vain". The voice of doom was shining in my room. I just need one day somewhere far away.
Torn curtain reveals another play. Torn curtain, such an exposé. I'm uncertain when beauty meets abuse. Torn curtain loves all ridicule. . Tears, tears.
I remember. Ooo how the darkness doubled. I recall. Lightning struck itself. . I was listening. Listening to the rain. I was hearing. Hearing something else.
I knew it musta been some big set-up. All the action just would not let up. It's just a little bit back from the main road. Where the silence spreads and the men dig holes.
I remember. How the darkness doubled. I recall. Lightning struck itself.. I was listening. Listening to the rain. I was hearing. Hearing something else..