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Tytuł piosenki: "Handful of rain"
Autor Piosenki: Savatage
Piosenka z albumu:brak danych

The night is growing dark    From somewhere deep within    It shelters like an ark    That always takes you in       The barmaid walks on over    And pours another round    For a lost soul at the corner    Who prays he's never found       And the mind goes numb    Until it's feeling no pain    And the soul cries out    For a handful of rain       Wash your women    In your Whiskey    When your future's    In the past    And your staring    Up at heaven    From the bottom    Of a glass    And you need some insulation    From the years you've    Had and lost    And you feel the perspiration    As you're adding up the cost       And the night rolls on    Like a slow moving train    And the soul cries out       There's a land beyond the living    There's a land beyond the dead    If it's true that God's forgiving    Of the lives that we had led    In the distance there's a thunder    And the air is thick and warm    And the patrons watch with wonder    The approaching of the storm       And the night rolls on    Like a slow moving train    And the soul cries out    For a handful of rain       There's an old man in the corner    And he's smoking all the time    An the smoke is drifting upward and it's    Twisting in my    Twisting in my    Mind    In my mind       The whiskey's getting deeper    And I use it like a moat    There's a blues man in the distance and he's    Lost inside his    Note    His note       The night is growing dark    From somewhere deep within    It shelters like an ark    That always takes you in       And the night rolls on    Like a slow moving train    And the soul cries out    For an handful of rain