Spare me your judgements and spare me your dreams   Cause recently mine have been tearing my seams   I sit alone in this winter clarity which clouds my mind   Alone in the wind and the rain you left me   It's getting dark darling, too dark to see   And I'm on my knees, and your faith in shreds, it seems      Corrupted by the simple sniff of riches blown   I know you have felt much more love than you've shown   And I'm on my knees and the water creeps to my chest      But plant your hope with good seeds   Don't cover yourself with thistle and weeds   Rain down, rain down on me   Look over your hills and be still   The sky above us shoots to kill   Rain down, rain down on me      But I will hold on   I will hold on hope      I begged you to hear me, there's more than flesh and bones   Let the dead bury the dead, they will come out in droves   But take the spade from my hands and fill in the holes you've made      But plant your hope with good seeds   Don't cover yourself with thistle and weeds   Rain down, rain down on me