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• Artiste: Savatage
• Titre: Handful Of Rain
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[Taken from Handful of Rain] [Music & Words: Jon Oliva, Paul O'Neill] The night is growing dark From somewhere deep within It shelters like an ark That always takes you in The barmaid walks on over And pours another round For a lost soul at the corner Who prays he's never found And the mind goes numb Until it's feeling no pain And the soul cries out For a handful of rain Wash your women In your Whiskey When your future's In the past And your staring Up at heaven From the bottom Of a glass And you need some insulation From the years you've Had and lost And you feel the perspiration As you're adding up the cost And the night rolls on Like a slow moving train And the soul cries out cries out, cries out... There's a land beyond the living There's a land beyond the dead If it's true that God's forgiving Of the lives that we had led In the distance there's a thunder And the air is thick and warm And the patrons watch with wonder The approaching of the storm And the night rolls on Like a slow moving train And the soul cries out For a handful of rain There's an old man in the corner And he's smoking all the time An the smoke is drifting upward and it's Twisting in my Twisting in my Mind In my mind The whiskey's getting deeper And I use it like a moat There's a blues man in the distance and he's Lost inside his His note His note The night is growing dark From somewhere deep within It shelters like an ark That always takes you in And the night rolls on Like a slow moving train And the soul cries out For a handful of rain