Bringin Home The Rain

Blood-shot your eyes drop
 and the skin's all wearing thin
 there's no one here to tell you about the depth of the water
 or the trouble that you're in
 you're dancin' with your demons baby
 you forgot your former lie
 and it was hard swimmin' once
 and now you're daily divin' in
 And I'm bringin' home the rain
 there's no supper on the table
 and my feet are in the flame
 i'm drying out again
 All your kin have all gone on to fields all bathed in sun
 and the only things left in your possession is an empty bottle and a gun
 and the weekends come and go like tides and they soak you to the neck
 and pretty soon the weekdays are all the same
 And I'm bringin' home the rain
 (I'm bringin' home the rain)
 there's no supper on the table
 (no supper on the table)
 and my feet are in the flame
 I'm drying out again
 I'm bringin' home the rain
 (I'm bringin' home the rain)
 a baby's cryin' in a cradle
 (baby's cryin' in a cradle)
 and my feet are in the flame
 I'm drying out again
 Evil are the demons that haunt you
 forgetting what it was that they taught you
 and now there's no one left to stop you
 or to catch you when you drop
 You're evil as the demons that haunt you
 forgetting what it was that they taught you
 and now there's no one left to stop you
 or to catch you when you drop
 You're evil as the demons that haunt you
 forgetting what it was that they taught you
 but now there's no one left to stop you
 or to catch you when you when you
 when you when your
 Blood-shot your eyes drop
 and the skin's all wearing thin
 there's no one here to tell you about the depth of the water
 or the trouble that you're in
 you're dancin' with your demons baby
 you forgot your former lie
 and it was hard swimmin' once
 and now you're daily divin' in
 And I'm bringin' home the rain
 (I'm bringin' home the rain)
 there's no supper on the table
 (no supper on the table)
 and my feet are in the flame
 I'm drying out again
 iIm bringin' home the rain
 (I'm bringin' home the rain)
 a baby's cryin' in a cradle
 (baby's cryin' in a cradle)
 and my feet are in the flame
 I'm drying out again
 And I'm bringin' home the rain
 (I'm bringin' home the rain)
 there's no supper on the table
 (no supper on the table)
 and my feet are in the flame
 oh the ceiling's closin' in