Vanden Plas - Salt In My Wounds

The ceiling that we stare
a frame for all the shadows on the lonely night
attires the incantation
the sea in that we run
from dawn attented light in our scale of stars
with no illumination
I want to know
I want to hear you testify myself

I want to see
I want to feel the rain
let it rain
let it rain
rain down your salt in my wounds lay down your gold in my wounds
where is water
where is the sun
why is it winter
and why god all your love has gone
the seasons that we change
will wash this constellation and our stains away
before we know the reason
why is it me
I want to hear you estimate myself
I want to know
I want to feel the rain
let it rain
let it rain