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