Thirsty
I was thirsty
I thought you might pour me a drink
Forty days in the desert
'Cause I needed time to think
I was lonely
I thought you might comfort me
Forty dreams of darkness
I thought would make me see
And after all our nervous Monday morning glances
And after all our dollar ninety-nine romances
And after you had failed to save me
The sky opened up and forgave me
And it rained
A fallen angel in the night
And it rained
A promise of sunlight
And it rained
A prayer to a lost king
And it rained
The answer to everything
Now I'm empty
Let the rain wash me down
Pretty soon the ice will melt
And the birds will be back in town
Now I'm movin'
But I got nowhere to go
Pretty soon you'll hear from me
Or see me at the show
And after all the times I spied on you undressing
And after all our tender Conoco caressing
And after you had failed to save me
The sky opened up and forgave me
Just one more Sunday that I had to see
That nobody's really what they seem to be
And it so hurts my pride
To get shut outside
And when I gave up all my high hopes for you
When I gave up all the things that I thought I knew
When I finally saw that nothing is true
I had nothing to say
And nothing to do...
I thought you might pour me a drink
Forty days in the desert
'Cause I needed time to think
I was lonely
I thought you might comfort me
Forty dreams of darkness
I thought would make me see
And after all our nervous Monday morning glances
And after all our dollar ninety-nine romances
And after you had failed to save me
The sky opened up and forgave me
And it rained
A fallen angel in the night
And it rained
A promise of sunlight
And it rained
A prayer to a lost king
And it rained
The answer to everything
Now I'm empty
Let the rain wash me down
Pretty soon the ice will melt
And the birds will be back in town
Now I'm movin'
But I got nowhere to go
Pretty soon you'll hear from me
Or see me at the show
And after all the times I spied on you undressing
And after all our tender Conoco caressing
And after you had failed to save me
The sky opened up and forgave me
Just one more Sunday that I had to see
That nobody's really what they seem to be
And it so hurts my pride
To get shut outside
And when I gave up all my high hopes for you
When I gave up all the things that I thought I knew
When I finally saw that nothing is true
I had nothing to say
And nothing to do...
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Writer(s): Eberhard Lothar Faber
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