When it would rain, you would curse me
When it would rain, you would curse me
But the rain gave you life
It was the rain, my sweet rain, that made you smile
Did you ever stop to think about it?
Did you ever take a moment, figure out it?
The questions in the scheme of it all
The truth is what most won't recall
And in the pain, you would curse me
And in the pain, you would curse me
But it was pain, that brought you to life
It was pain, all of my pain, that made you mine
Did you ever stop to think about it?
Did you ever take a moment, figure out it?
The questions in the scheme of it all
The truth is what most won't recall
If you ever stop and think about it
If you ever take a moment, figure out it
You find the answers in the palm of her hand
To cleanse the shame in the soul of man
Cleanse the shame, cleanse the shame
If you can take a black heart, wash it in red blood and make it whiter than snow, then please, please, don't let me go, please wash away my shame! Wash away my shame! Wash away my shame! Make me clean.
