The ceiling that we stare
   a frame for all the shadows on the lonely night
   attires the incantation
   the sea in that we run
   from dawn attented light in our scale of stars
   with no illumination
   I want to know
   I want to hear you testify myself
   I want to see
   I want to feel the rain
   let it rain
   let it rain
   rain down your salt in my wounds
   lay down your gold in my wounds
   where is water
   where is the sun
   why is it winter
   and why god all your love has gone
   the seasons that we change
   will wash this constellation and our stains away
   before we know the reason
   why is it me
   I want to hear you estimate myself
   I want to know
   I want to feel the rain
   let it rain
   let it rain
   rain down your salt in my wounds
   let it rain
   let it rain
   rain down your salt in my wounds
   lay down your salt in my wounds
   let it rain
   on me