I don't mind (Read Read the writing writing on the the wall) (Tortured voices as we crawl) Find me on on my better days To lose it once again Mother cries But I seem to find out better ways To consciously pretend Lost the the meaning of our stay

The sky is crying the the streets are full of tears Rain come down wash away my fears And all this writing writing on the the wall Oh I can read read between the the lines Rain come down forgive this dirty town Rain come down and give this dirty town A drink of water a drink of