by David B. Johnson

We're two black clouds coming down
Too messed up to find some common ground
And all the things we had to say
Are bottled up in anger and dismay
Troubled oceans lying dark and cold
I stare pensive at the malice that we hold

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And I'm tearing at the walls again
Wishing I could only turn back time
I turn my face up to the sky
Saying when's it gonna come down on me
Here comes the rain, here comes the rain, here comes the rain
Let it fall on me

They say that passion gives you wings to fly
But there's no hiding all the anger in your eye
Don't say those words don't let the levy fall
Cause a bitter wind is howling just beyond the door
Troubled oceans lying dark and cold
I stare pensive at the malice that we hold

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