my body's bound to fall
down onto dying grass
I stumble over fences
this step could be my last
after a grazing shot
I hardly feel the smart
there was the vulture's call
and now I'm falling apart
I feel the insects crawl
and watch them in disgust
the colours start to change
they're slowly fading away
and I am waiting for the rain
to come, to wash it all away
to clean, to breathe, the pain
has come, for how long will this remain?
so what's worth dying for
when all that's worth is dead?
who can tell? who can tell?
no one can tell, my friend
they tell us all the time
that we are on the mend
everything's withering
it's slowly fading away and I am waiting for the rain
to come, to wash it all away
to clean, to breathe, the pain
has come, for how long will this remain?
I'm waiting for the rain
to come, to wash it all away