What's the use of holding out   A work sore hand to catch some rain   It turns up empty, all is dry   And all you ever wanted was some rain   Was some rain      If heaven is the future   Why is it that that you refuse to go   There now with all you have   You really should do more than just complain   Just complain      Such a rotten taste   Is left when you don't think to say that   It's just such a sorry waste   To take the easy way out of the pain   Of the pain      When the end shines from the deep   And all the hate and all the hell that history has released   Would tremble before your valor if you'd   Just get down on your knees   And promise to all your children true   That you will live in peace      Where's the light to shine on me   Oh, send me something, send me please   Cleanse my body, close my eyes   I'm naked and prepared to die   In the starry atmosphere   When all the questions disappear   And pressure with a salty taste   Exalts the tears that soak your face