Cold Rain from Scars by Den Hanrahan

I ride across the river in a field of rain.
Walking carefully with perfect aim.
Beads of sweat running down my brow.
I take a chance on an incident that kills the bloody row.

It's a cold, cold Rain. Cold, cold rain. Across my window payne.
It's a cold, cold Rain, across my t shirt stain.
It's a cold, cold rain.

Eyes that widen with the force of ten.
Around the hideaways and fields of men.
With all the workings of a well oiled machine,
taking in the temperament of everytrhing that's seen.

It's a cold, cold Rain. Cold, cold rain. Across my window payne.
It's a cold, cold Rain, across my t-shirt stain.
It's a cold, cold rain.

Through the weathered eyes of material finds
this feeling takes away from everything that's left behind.
With a walking time bomb that exploded past
Insight of everything that's trying to make it last.

It's a cold, cold Rain. Cold, cold rain. Across my window payne.
It's a cold, cold Rain, over my t-shirt stain.
It's a cold, cold rain.

It's a cold, cold Rain, across my window payne.
It's a cold, cold Rain, across my t shirt stain.
It's a cold, cold rain, digging furrows in my brain.
It's cold, cold rain, black is closing in.
It's cold, cold rain, affecting everything.
I'm shutting down this pen, It's cold, cold rain. Cold, cold rain.

• Country
• bluegrass
• country folk
• old timey
• rolling stones
• Wanniassa