Sister, I feel the rain grow old
So old and brittle, so old and feeble

The pain is worthless

Sister, I feel the rain grow old
Sister, I feel the rain grow old and blue
Blue like your dead insides, insides!
Sister, I've seen the years by
Miles of dust sustaining life; so blue
Blue like your dead insides, insides, insides...

The world is worthless

But I... I will live... live on!
And I live live... live on
Live on!