If I could hock my love, could I trade
For your wings to cover me, unless I fall?
Half-alive, I heard the most brilliant line
The sleep is eyes, closed to light
And death's the mind, wide open

You can't stutter when you're talking with your eyes
Like cutting out your tongue to save face
Or feeding on the blood that's running from a black day

Cry on black rain
Cry on black rain
Cry on black rain

If I could hock my love, could I trade
For your wings to cover me, unless I fall?
The sleep is eyes, closed to light
And death's the mind, wide open

You can't stutter when you're talking with your eyes
Like cutting out your tongue to save face
Or feeding on the blood that's running from a black day

Cry on black rain
Cry on black rain
Cry on, cry on black rain
Black rain (cry on)
Black rain (cry on)
(Cry on)

You can't stutter when you're talking with your eyes
Like cutting out your tongue to save face
Or feeding on the blood that's running from a black day