i try to talk to heaven above
something's not right with this thing called "love"
a bottomless ocean of doubts and fears
and this scenario stands the test of years
i try to bargain with hell below
to pull me out from the wreckage i know
to pull me up just to fall back down
im growing accustomed to the vacant sound
so now i'm calling out to the rain
my body absorbing tomorrow's pain
my tongue is sharp - my flesh is numb
from wounds you stabbed at zero sum (calling out to the rain...)
there's an alien cry - for the question why
in another world - with a different sky
the sky is still red and the air is thin
a photograph in the blowing wind
i try to grab it with my hand
the hand that meets the heart's demand
the heart that beats against the will
the will to leave where I am still
i turn around - and i ask again...
and i'm calling out to the rain - my body absorbing tomorrow's pain
a touch of grace - a slap in the face
a different time in the same damn place
a smothered pout - a long term doubt
and still dont know what the hell it's all about
if guilty thoughts can place the blame
then I dont want to think again
'cause it bites too much when the flesh is pierced
and it only bites more to think
calling out to the rain...
so now i see a chance escape to leave behind this binding fate
i realize and pulverize this unconscious cycle of human demise
the world cant be entirely in the same situation as you and me...
look around...
how can you love and hate the same, and live to feel both joy and pain?
why is who means most to you - most vulnerable to what you do?