Vārdi: Tribe After Tribe. World Of Promise.

Must have been my imagination
like the early morning bonfire burns
leaps from the earth and drowns all colors
say what you may let the day give birth

rain on the houses
rain on the children
hey, when the world turns for promises
turn down
hey, and the world still turns round

someone will come for you
ready or not for you
someone will comfort you
radio home

blow by blow we go under
wave after wave we go down
day by day we get closer
yellow rain come falling down

hey ...

must have been my imagination
promises promises
sucking me with promises
yellow rain