Some say the rain comes straight
From the tears of
God who's afraid He's made
Us too fearful
There's not a single day
Of true, bright and undefiable
Familiarity
If you keep riling up the fire
Some say the sun was born
From the heat of
Satan's conceited scorn
Underneath us
There's not a single morn
Of true, bright and undeniable
Familiarity
If you keep riling up the fire
There's not a single morn
Of true, bright and undeniable
Familiarity
If you keep riling up the fire