A dearth of moisture breaks the earth
(oh, I can't knit to one)
I'm on my way accross the land
to pieces I can't knit to one
to another place as dry as hell rumbling, disintegrating grain for grain
to ease their pain and nurse their wealth
the people look to me for help
their miracle's a curse to me
a dark cloud I can't seem to lose
'cuz somehow something follows me
destined to give what they need take the rain is falling on my head
the rain falls down
'far back as I can think
water, water everywhere as long as I remember I've been swallowed by the drink
spirits dampened by the downpour
drowning in solutions
with the problems that I'm solving I'm disolving
in the rain that's falling on my head the rain falls down.
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