Sister Rain Testo

Rain, in the lane, on the rip
You've made again to him
To my head, to my face
On the dirty roads of this place
To this girl, to her skin

And you rise like your sound
And the people run to this bound
And I guess throu my glass
Your drop will be the next while the birds are flying away
From you

'cause I'm cryin' for the mind of a fool

and I'm walkin' thru the pouring rain
and I know I should run 'cause I'm so late
But while walkin' slowly thru the rain
I feel things that nobody understand


Everybody seem to be covered by a brilliance
When the tiny light wanna be much longer
I don't think you'll fade away in an istant
I believe you wanna be our sister...

To your age, to your sea, to your knives
To the dangerous games of my life
while the birds flying away
From you
Now I'm cryin' for the mind of a fool