2. Gratitude

Lately your temper is bringing you down

You promised me sunlught and heat in november

You never had both your feet on the ground

Chasing the flames as I’m walking on ember

You never trust what newspapers say

Nake your own forecast for the weather

Noone believes in your soothsayings

Too many fails for you to remember

Hey, I souldn’t believe what you say

And the truth it will rise

Like a flood in the desert

Bring back the rain

To this thirsty land

Let the wind in your hands

Bring your song through the airwaves

Wings on hold for a crumbing sky

Be the one not to guide your moves with your instinct

There is a subtile charm in your lies

They make you look so humbly affected

Miss al the goof that truth supplies

I will not thank you ‘til I surrender

Hey, I souldn’t believe what you say

And the truth it will rise

Like a flood in the desert

Bring back the rain

To this thirsty land

Let the wind in your hands

Bring your song through the airwaves

Wings on hold for a crumbing sky

Be the one not to guide your moves with your instinct