Woorden: Walkabouts. Break It Down Gently.

It soon appears
Long rented shores
Too big to name
And second to none

Save horses' hair
In pockets deep
Remember skies
Second to none

Black rain
Black rain will come
Black rain
Black rain will come

Word to the wise
Don't you sit on this fence
Electric and live
With evangelistic zeal

Spin doctors gave you
All those remedies to choose

So you'd be the weathervane
For clouds that never move

Black rain
Black rain will come
Black rain
Black rain will come

To break it down gently
To wash it down slow
Goin' straight to the bottom
With a mind . . . . of it's own

Black rain, Black rain, Black rain will come X3
Black rain will come