Sister, I feel the rain grow old So old and brittle, so old and feeble The pain is worthless Sister, I feel the rain grow old Sister, I feel the rain grow old and blue Blue like your dead insides, insides! Sister, I've seen the years by Miles of dust sustaining life; so blue Blue like your dead insides, insides, insides... The world is worthless But I... I will live... live on! And I live live... live on Live on!
