Soaked with our toes poking out of our shoes
but the fuse is alight and
one day,
one day soon,
things will turn out alright for the people who walk in the reign of the night.

When that tomorrow has come and the sun always shines,when hard times are the words on a book you once read,when the bread isn't stale,
what a tale you will tell
what a hell of a time.
I should be glad that they're your tales to tell and not mine.
but I share in your pain,share in the streets and will share it again and again until the rain stops.