Water drenched people

Take me in from the rain

To a warm kind of heaven

Where it's shining again



I've seen some faces

Some old and some grey

But just like water

I let them slip away



And if i tumble

And if i tumble



When morning comes

I harvest my thoughts

They spread like plague

I hear them call



The bread in our mouths

The dirt on our hands

When she calls



And if i tumble

And if i tumble



I found a silent dream

And heald it for a day

But just like water

I let it slip away



When morning comes

I harvest my thoughts

They spread like plague

I hear them call