the rain fell all night and it kept me awake it was still falling by morning it was hard to take and you were sleeping on the floor breathing free and even if i ever want to drive myself insane all i have to do is watch you breathing and at 5 am i turned the radio on and an old man s voice sang a short sweet song and then the static roared again hungry for blood i heard the rain falling from the rain spout down down into the sweet wet mud and you punched out all the windows and the wind began to wail and you gathered your hair behind your head like god was gonna catch you by the ponytail and then the old voice crackled through the static and i felt young and alive and the hairs stood up on the back of my neck we were rising from the grave yeah yeah