I heard the old man say we need the rain.
And I can feel it in my bones; they’re aching.
I’ll watch the sky and wait and wish these waters ease my pain,
Because my will is breaking.
If you get next to me and help me find simplicity,
Then you could be the one to take me. To break me.
And fly my soul.
Could you be the one to release me? Oh, release me.
Waiting for your love, oh to free me.
So release me.
Gray clouds that infiltrate as every move you make,
Gets me closer to clarity.
While droplet drummers lead, a complex beat increases speed,
Somehow accompanies our intensities.
And at first this cloud burst is pulling us under lightning and thunder.
Rain falls and you take me under.
And fly my soul.
Could you be the one to release me? Oh, release me.
Waiting for your love, oh to free me.
So release me.
So take off your shoes and stay a while.
This might be the right time to know.
If it makes you feel good, then it makes me feel alright.
We should take down the curtains now and make blankets here on the floor.
A torrential downpour, the potential for more.
But cease to fight this tension that ignites us here in the dark.
Cause tension causes friction and this friction leads to sparks.
The rain has filled this cup and before it overflows,
I want to take you in now here again.
Could you be the one to release me? Oh, release me.
Waiting for your love, oh to free me.
So release me.
Could you be the one to release me? Oh, release me.
We have just begun.
You release me, oh release me.
