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