Poor me   Little rivers from my hands   Pool at the bottom of the stairs   My face   Oh the cities in my eyes   Doves in the sky   Oh the crackagen      The rain water came from father's eyes   He was made of stone   Glorious   Now watch as the curtain came down   And wet the hungry rabbits   Flooding the land      My heart   Oh the twist of cruel cotton   To bring me free   Dry eyes   By the sun the waters rise   Dirt will crack again   Dirt will crack again