An old bearded oak of a man in the street yells
A storm is coming soon
The weather man says it will never rain again
By their own perspective philosophies one of them's just a body
Reading teleprompts in two-piece suits
One of them is too strange and splendid for any to comprehend
I feel something's coming for me
Is this death or glory that hangs like lightning in the air?
It's been years of barren skies
But I see dark horizons draped like night beyond this glare

Out there at the edge of town
Where the wind whips up, whispering my name
I walk the streets of this withered and wicked land
My shadow darkens the door of a place I ain't been before
But I shamble off in shame
Throwing rocks at the rooks with these brittle and broken hands
I feel something's coming for me
Is this death or glory that hangs like lightning in the air?
It's been years of barren skies
But I see dark horizons draped like night beyond this glare

I swear I feel the rain in my bones
And I imagine thunder shattering stones, playing crack the sky
I was scared I might be lost in the floor but now
I see more than that I'm just longing for love and this land's so dry

In the dark of the night I woke with a start
And I stared across the room
But all I saw was this dream burned across my brain
From here to the ocean there was a field of roses
I watched them burst and bloom
I saw them wither and fade, but revive
When they felt the rain start to fall

I feel something's coming for me
Is this death or glory that hangs like lightning in the air?
It's been years of barren skies
But I see dark horizons draped like night beyond this glare