Black Rain

First the colors then the humans, so it goes Red, white, black, from your fingers to your toes When it started there was no one could have known Just how far that friendly raven could have flown Scattered bread crumbs for the birds, they're taking flight A flock of feathers wanders off into the night In the end it's true that all of them must die Umbrella in a mirror to keep discernment dry Standing in a black rain, there's a way of doing things It doesn't make a difference if you're a thief or you're a king Standing in a black rain, we slice the air with rigid wings It's fractured, it's indifference, a drawn compassion in a sling When the stolen words are read for children's ears The colors sculpt the shapes that they actually hear The Glory seemed imperative in what the cheered The Winter was the only thing The Songbird feared The Winter was the only thing The Songbird feared Standing in a black rain, there's a way of doing things It doesn't make a difference if you're a thief or you're a king Standing in a black rain, we slice the air with rigid wings It's fractured, it's indifference, a drawn compassion in a sling