Transformation
I think this space will be slowly transformed into my secret world of poetry.
'Red rain is coming down
Red rain
Red rain is pouring down
Pouring down all over me
I am standing up at the water's edge in my dream
I cannot make a single sound as you scream
It can't be that cold, the ground is still warm to touch.
This place is so quiet, sensing that storm.
Well I've seen them buried in a sheltered place in this town.
They tell you that this rain can sting, and look down.
There is no blood around see no sign of pain.
Seeing no red at all, see no rain.
Red rain
Putting the pressure on much harder now to return again and again.
Just let the red rain splash you.
Let the rain fall on your skin.
I come to you defences down with the trust of a child.'
Peter Gabriel's Red Rain.
'Red rain is coming down
Red rain
Red rain is pouring down
Pouring down all over me
I am standing up at the water's edge in my dream
I cannot make a single sound as you scream
It can't be that cold, the ground is still warm to touch.
This place is so quiet, sensing that storm.
Well I've seen them buried in a sheltered place in this town.
They tell you that this rain can sting, and look down.
There is no blood around see no sign of pain.
Seeing no red at all, see no rain.
Red rain
Putting the pressure on much harder now to return again and again.
Just let the red rain splash you.
Let the rain fall on your skin.
I come to you defences down with the trust of a child.'
Peter Gabriel's Red Rain.