After the rain the temperature dropt
And covered in ice was my window top
I say goodbye I wave my hand
As a thousand doves fly
Across the blackened night

After the rain we forget
We make sure we gain then we leave it
‘Cause were a nation of forgetters
Oh after the rain we pretend
It’s easier to begin without looking back

‘Cause all at once air so thin
And there’s nothing left to breath in

After the rain we forget
After the rain we forget

Behind a dream so rosy and red a pile of things to forget
A voice of the past tiptoes in a cracking ghost whispering

After the rain we forget
We make sure we gain then we leave it
‘Cause were a nation of forgetters

After the rain we forget
After the rain we forget

People where have you been
Have you been hiding
In you big houses
People after the rain
Will your life
Will it ever be the same
Oh people what will you do
When you luck
When it turns on you
Wow people after the rain
Will your life
Will it ever be the same

After the rain we forget
After the rain we forget
After the rain we forget

Look at the sky
It belonged to a guy
That I know
And I thought I forgot
Long ago

Look at the trees
Didn’t stop at the top
Not for him
Used to borrow the wind
For a walk

Look in his eyes for a dying flare
Look for the wind in his yellow hair
And pretend
You see the man
Who isn’t there

Look at the sea
used to save all his waves
for hellos
used to climb up
his highs, down his lows

Look at the birds
used to flock as he walked
through the street
used to fly down
and march at his feet

Look in his eyes for a dying flare
Look for the wind in his yellow hair
And pretend
You see the man
Who isn’t there

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W kołnierz wtulam twarz
Chowam się przed miastem
Jego cienie żłobią w mojej twarzy
Wąwóz

Trzeszczy jak ułamek szkła
Mój codzienny niepokój
Jak wydostać się z cienia
Może wtedy

Gdyby koncert grać, ten na trąbki, skrzypce
Tak by dźwięki ułożyły się w wiersz
Gdyby łyżką światła rozweselić to wszystko
Żeby we mnie zaśpiewało coś też

Rośnie we mnie mgła
Jak ze studzien stu
Nie wiem ilu trzeba ksiąg, by ją rozwiać
Jedno wiem, że muszę biec
Póki sił mi wystarczy
Póki tylko ta nuta
Mam ją w sobie

Będę koncert grać, ten na trąbki, skrzypce
Tak by dźwięki ułożyły się w wiersz
Będę łyżką światła rozweselać to wszystko
Żeby w tobie zaśpiewało coś też

Żeby w tobie zaśpiewało coś też

there is a woman in somalia
scraping for pearls on the roadside
there’s a force stronger than nature
keeps her will alive
this is how she’s dying
she’s dying to survive
don’t know what she’s made of
i would like to be that brave

she cries to the heaven above
there is a stone in my heart
she lives a life she didn’t choose
and it hurts like brand-new shoes

hurts like brand-new shoes

there is a woman in somalia
the sun gives her no mercy
the same sky we lay under
burns her to the bone
long as afternoon shadows
it’s gonna take her to get home
each grain carefully wrapped up
pearls for her little girl

hallelujah
hallelujah

she cries to the heaven above
there is a stone in my heart
she lives in a world she didn’t choose
and it hurts like brand-new shoes
hurts like brand-new shoes