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Gloria Spillers - Lead Vocals & Guitar, Piano
Paul Spillers - Bass & Vocals
Stephen Spillers - Drums
Lyrics
The words that come easy
only come when they're hardest to say.
And even then, is it truth,
or just the fancy you have for the day?
Cause people can't be trusted,
they live for themselves and nobody else.
Still I can't get enough of the lies
that form these hells of mine.
Come lull me to sleep my dear,
with your half-hearted songs.
I have made you my haven,
but this can't be where I belong
No one likes to be pushed aside-
this can't be right, can't be right,
But I'm contending myself
and I don't feel like fighting this time.
Rains of truth are coming down,
washing paint off furrowed brows.
And rains of truth make puddles of regret.
Forgive, live, and forget.
Send down, send the rain down.
Send down, send the rain down.
It’s going to wash paint off furrowed brows,
so send the rain down.
I’m waking up my dear, it’s been so long.
No more singing anathemas or half-hearted songs.
When given living water,
who makes mud to writhe, to writhe?
My writhing ends tonight.
Send down, send the rain down.
Send down, send the rain down.
It’s going to wash paint off furrowed brows,
so send the rain down.
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