Everyday you try to wash all your sins 
While this washing machine is pouring down. 
You’ll never know when you’ll go with the storm. 
I’m still hearing the wolves in this town. 

Years with your bread while your beds are burning 
Four of your kids where the birds are landing. 
In this town, it’s pouring down. 

Hey baby it’s late, why don’t you go to sleep? 
Please don’t fear, i’ll be here when the sun goes down. 
You’ll never know where you left that old rope. 
There are still too many ghosts in this town. 

Years with your bread while your beds are burning 
Four of your kids where the birds are landing. 
In this town, it’s pouring down. 

I’ve felt some things like these before 
You were sleeping, your hands were cold. 
On my belly, uhhh