The words abound around me
Verbs and nouns and syllables
That pound between the space of sound
Of days and ways already gone
They want to bring me down
Until the midnight rain
The midnight rain
The midnight rain
Wash away the structure of the words that seem to claim
Come sliding down and cover up the echoes that remain
The midnight rain
The forces that play in the head
Drones and moans of what was said
Pounding till the head explodes
Spewing forth its verbal load
They want to take me down
Until the midnight rain
It’s a frontal game within the brain
With structured sentences refrain
The sound that cracks the space within
That speak of love and mortal sin
They want to bring me down
Until the midnight rain
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