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Nov 2018
There's a storm building outside,
But honey oh those fires within,
The ones, the ones that tear the walls down,
Hiding just beneath the skin.
(C#m  G#m  D#  G#m)
As the sky fills with thunder,
Shaking my window pane
The walls shake and shudder,
As you whisper to me, again.
Oh, that whispered word, again.
Lord don't waste your mercy,
Because you know I plan to sin.
This burning soul seeks no forgiveness,
I fight the war I'll never win.
Honey you've played with fire,
Treacherous warmth can always burn.
But like the moth drawn by desire,
Try to fight, but never learn. -----
As skies fill with thunder,
Rain falls on my window pane.
Wrapped in dark I feel you shudder,
As this house goes up in flames.
Lord don't waste you mercy,
You know I plan to sin
Spare your forgiveness
This war I'll never win. -----
The sky must need the water
Like the sun
Needs the dark
I hang your halo by my bedside
And in,
Me lights the spark.
Let it rain
Let it rain down Lord
Scream your pleasure
Tears of pain
Let it rain
Let it rain down Lord
As this house
Goes up in flames
Let it rain
Let it rain down Lord
As her feathered wings grow dim
Let it rain
Let it rain down Lord
Let it rain
Let it rain
Another angel falls now
With the whispered word again.
Let it...
(Outro)
This song idea came through a couple simple blues chords, I have a harsh voice, I don't mask or hide what I think and feel, and I don't pretend to be saint. This song reflects that sentiment.
Turoa
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