Titus Was Born
Titus was bornUnder the eye of a stormRainwater carried his bedAround the world and back againOh, all the things he had seenLife is a dreamDrifting at seaIt's so hard to believe
And so, Titus would growTaller and strong as an oakRainwater stuck in his headIt filled him with words left unsaidOf all the things he might beDrifting at seaAt night he would dream
Of all stumps at bayTo wash the pain awayRain's fallingFalling on you
And the stone he was drivingWashing awayAll the trees on the islandRainwater, rainwaterIn the eye there was a silenceBut he washed it awayCrashing rocks by the sirensIt's falling on you
Rainwater, rainwaterIt's falling on you
And the stone he was drivingWashing awayAll the trees on the islandRainwater, rainwaterIn the eye there was a silenceBut he washed it awayCrashing rocks by the sirensIt's falling on you
Rainwater, rainwaterFlow on the inside of youThe rainwater's falling on youFalling on you