Pour me, little rivers from my hands Pool at the bottom of the stairs My face, all the cities in my eyes Doves in the skies Oooh the Crackagen The rain, water came from fathers eyes He was made of stone Glorious, and watch as the curtain came down and wet the hungry rabbits Flooding the land My heart, oh the twist of cruel cokeglen(?), to bring me free Dry eyes by the sun the waters rise Dirt will crack again Dirt will crack again
Pour me, little rivers from my hands Pool at the bottom of the stairs My face, all the cities in my eyes Doves in the skies Oooh the Crackagen The rain, water came from fathers eyes He was made of stone Glorious, and watch as the curtain came down and wet the hungry rabbits Flooding the land My heart, oh the twist of cruel cokeglen(?), to bring me free Dry eyes by the sun the waters rise Dirt will crack again Dirt will crack again
