Without You

in 2063,
it was hot, there was no breeze
but when the dark days had appeared
people started to believe
that god is in the rain,
that god is in the rain.
in the time I was young,
in the time I was told
and when the dark days had appeared
I would start to believe
that god is in the rain,
that god is in the rain,
and everybody said,
and no one put the blame,
on the rain,
on the rain,
on the rain.
rain had stopped, afterwards
heavy drops, silly thoughts
'I could try', came to head
rather than burn in hell.
but in the time I was young
in the time I was told
and when the dark days had appeared,
I would start to believe that everything’s the same
that everything’s the same
but with a little help
I could tell:
build me a ship
bring some sand
take me together
but don’t take the angry men,
please, don’t take the angry men.
build me a ship
bring some sand
take me together
but don’t take the angry men,
please, don’t take the angry men.
build me a ship
bring some sand
take me together
but don’t take the angry men,
please, don’t take the angry men.