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Dark as roses, fine as sand
Feel your healing and your sting again
I hear you laughing and my soul is saved
On forgotten graves you cry

Crawl like ivy up my spine
Through my nerves and into my eyes
Cuts like anguish
Or recollections of better days gone by

But its all right
When youre caught in pain
And you feel the rain come down
Its all right
When you find your way
Then you see it disappear
Its all right
Though your gardens grey
I know all your graces
Someday will flower
In the sweet sunshower

Eyes like oceans so far away
A feather trail to a better way
Worried mornings turn into days
Then into worried nights

But its all right
When youre all in pain
And you feel the rain come down
Oh its all right
When you find your way
Then you see it disappear
Oh its all right
Though your gardens grey
I know all your graces
Someday will flower
Oh in the sweet sunshower
Oh in the sweet sunshower
In the sweet sunshower

I know all your graces
Someday will flower
In the sweet sunshower
And its all right
All youll be you are today
Are today
Its all right
All youll be you are today
Are today………

n my eyes
Indisposed
In disguise
As no one knows
Hides the face
Lies the snake
The sun
In my disgrace
Boiling heat
Summer stench
neath the black
The sky looks dead
Call my name
Through the cream
And Ill hear you
Scream again

Black hole sun
Wont you come
And wash away the rain
Black hole sun
Wont you come
Wont you come

Stuttering
Cold and damp
Steal the warm wind
Tired friend
Times are gone
For honest men
And sometimes
Far too long
For snakes
In my shoes
A walking sleep
And my youth
I pray to keep
Heaven send
Hell away
No one sings
Like you
Anymore

Hang my head
Drown my fear
Till you all just
Disappear

The original fire has died and goneBut the riot inside moves onThe original fire has died and goneBut the riot inside moves onThe original fire has died and goneBut the riot inside moves onThe original fire has died and goneBut the riot inside moves on

With a pen in one hand taking us and drugged on kerosene'84 and 5 would find us something to believeRight or wrong with dirty hands on wiresSinging songs in dischord choirsScreaming in braille no temptress prizeCould ever yield anything so real

The original fire has died and goneBut the riot inside moves onThe original fire has died and goneBut the riot inside moves on

Golden soldiers born much older than they'll ever live to beDiving into a sea of hands in a long forgotten cityHere the rain falls ever afterThe swinging vines hang dead in raftersBlood rush to your head induces laughter endlessly

The original fire has died and goneBut the riot inside moves onThe original fire has died and long goneBut the riot inside moves on

Can't explain that it was somethin' to seeCan't contain so somethin' ever realEver realHey!

Can't explain it was somethin' to seeCan't contain so somethin' ever realEver real

The original fire has died and goneBut the riot inside moves onThe original fire has died and goneBut the riot inside moves onThe original fire has died and goneBut the riot inside moves onThe original fire has died and goneBut the riot inside moves on