The sun warms the coldest hands
Black clouds block the sun

Slow march ringing of a lifebuoy

Grasping outstretched cups
Jetsam shivers on midnights aching shore
Fire turns broken bones to ash
As waves break on a jagged coast you


Can’t have too much of a good thing they say

The Rain Pours
The Rain Pours
The Rain



Under circling vultures icy shadows
Lifeboat sirens lay in mute despair
Harboured by a rusty knight of hell
Upon the white cliffs of hell


Verse 2
He lights up a tall cigar
Blowing smoke rings for his old papa
An old king glued to his commode throne
Pulling up his drawstrings
To protect his Crown Jewels

The Rain Pours
The Rain Pours
The Rain



Under circling vultures icy shadows
Lifeboat sirens lay in mute despair
Harboured by a rusty knight of hell
Upon the white cliffs of hell


You can’t have too much of a good thing he decrees

Waiting for nobody
Waiting for nobody

Under circling vultures icy shadows
Lifeboat sirens lay in mute despair
Harboured by a rusty knight of hell
Upon the white cliffs of hell

You can’t have too much
Of a good thing they say

The rain

As little hands sink to the ocean floor

The rain pours

As waves break on a jagged coast