Am F – C G Am F
I tried to breath out to confess
The dark-cloud secret in my chest
A pure man could not hear my sin
I need to find a different one.
Saw him dancing in the storm
He did not know that I was born
Falling wildly unconstrained
I could not catch his name
And He said Listen To the sound of the rain Breathing
I walked through storms and rains and sleet
Turned down every darkened street
Poring them to cleanse relief
I did not find a trace.
Through time and turn I turned again
But time I’ve paid over and when
I speak it’s no longer mine
My story would not release
And He said Listen To the sound of the rain Breathing Your name Breathing
I washed and washed but it did not clean
My sins and and faults ingrained within
Tainted stains were left instilled
I sought his maddening once more
To tell him what I really thought
His smile a glimpse in halcyon eyes
He knew that I had not cried.
And He said Listen to the sound of the rain Cleaning Your name Breathing Once again Breathing.
“Brief: 366/2020 project, prompt ‘Breathe’
‘Insight: This prompt found its way out late last night whilst curled up with my guitar, inspired by the finger-picking story-style of early Cohen – think ‘Songs of Leonard Cohen’ or ‘Songs from a Room’