I'm a man of sorrows, acquainted with grief. When newborns die and blood fills our streets And storms take lives And hollywood says lies And children cry
But I still believe. You can wash our streets, set the captives free and heal the leper lame Whoa And I won't stop Calling on your name
oh,oh, oh Call the broken ones with all that they have lost and all that they have seen and all of those who mourn and all of those who grieve
Tonight. Tonight's the night it rains red. Tonight. Tonight's the night it rains red.
A dark and iron curtain screams things will never change. And a cross on a hill screams won't be the same. A kingdom is at hand and the rain will come again. As centuries past
But I still believe. You can wash our streets, set the captives free and heal the leper lame Whoa And I won't stop Calling on your name
oh,oh, oh Call the broken ones with all that they have lost and all that they have seen and all of those who mourn and all of those who grieve
Tonight. Tonight's the night it rains red. Tonight. Tonight's the night it rains red.
In the desert, there's no clouds. Will the friendless, find a friend? The skies can't hold back, the rain from heaven. These red stains will be washed white by red.
oh,oh, oh Call the broken ones with all that they have lost and all that they have seen and all of those who mourn and all of those who grieve
Tonight. Tonight's the night it rains red. Tonight. Tonight's the night it rains red.