we walk the narrow path
beneath the smoking skies
sometimes you can barely tell the difference
between darkness and light
do we have faith in what we believe?
the truest test is when we cannot see

i hear pounding feet in the streets below
and the women crying and the children know
that there´s something wrong
it´s hard to believe that love will prevail

it won´t rain all the time
the sky won´t fall forever
and though the night seems long
your tears won´t fall forever

when i´m lonely i lie awake at night
and i wish you were here, i miss you
can you tell me
is there something more to believe in?
or is this all there is?

and the pounding feet in the streets below
and a window breaks and a woman falls
there´s something wrong
it´s hard to believe that love will prevail

it won´t rain all the time...

last night i had a dream
you came into my room
you took me into your arms
whispering and kissing me
and telling me to still believe
(within the emptiness of
the burning cities against which
we set our darkest of selves)
until finally i felt safe and warm
i fell asleep in your arms
and when i awoke i cried again
for you were gone
can you hear me?

it won´t rain all the time...