Sao Paulo Rain
There's always a party on Funeral Row, where the cross flashes red to the street/And gasoline dreams of girls in blue jeans, he's grazing the surface of sleep/The vultures on Main Street are eyeing you up, calculating the weight of your bones/And midnight graffiti appears on your door, so we all can sleep safe in our homes/And the storms in the distance hold no rain, and I feel my resistance giving way/ Shelter me from this sky, dance with me one last time… Sao Paulo rain… Sao Paulo rain/Do not disturb this blood red earth, there's giants sleeping beneath/and carnival queens on their deathbed scenes all go through the motions of grief/Take another hit, let the bottle slip through your fingers and break like a promise made/The day I remember, my heart I will keep, my voice I surrender and I will not speak to lie/We were so alive, we were so alive/Shelter me from this sky, dance with me one last time… Sao Paulo rain… Sao Paulo rain.
Autor(es): Tom McRae
