I’m in the basement again
But they won’t find my ears this way
They're being silenced by the unrelenting rain
Thunder and lightning cast themselves high
onto the stairs that I have just begun to climb
A quest of question, a storm of uncertainty
Seeking an answer that will kill me
But this rain won’t go away
Maybe this world is not conclusion
but narcotics wont control
the wonder gnawing my soul
And I’ll cry those old lies
For now I’ll think and wait
Maybe you’ll see me on Sunday
dressed and believing with my eyes
Yea I’ll be on my knees Sunday
silently screaming in my mind