Cloudburst

{here's a new band song we're working on. this one has already become our new favorite. it's based off of a poem i've already posted called "To the Dry." come listen to it at our next show.}

Clear skies, my pale skin plays the pawn
Cracked lips, my sunburned sense is gone
My sense is gone

Desert wand'rings steal my spirit like a thief
Will we ever find relief?

We're praying for the clouds to burst again
We're praying for the clouds to burst again

Gray cloud, the dark drowns dry and then
Sweet dreams of moisture on my skin
The hope within

To driest drain, Shekinah rain
RAIN DOWN
My cracks of drought, Your river's route
RAIN DOWN
My living hells, Your drinking wells
RAIN DOWN
My dusty throat is struggling just to say...

We're praying for the clouds to burst again
We're praying for the clouds to burst again
It's pouring, now we're fin'lly clean within
It's pouring, now we're fin'lly clean within