If I could hock my love, could I trade For your wings to cover me, unless I fall? Half-alive, I heard the most brilliant line The sleep is eyes, closed to light And death's the mind, wide open You can't stutter when you're talking with your eyes Like cutting out your tongue to save face Or feeding on the blood that's running from a black day Cry on black rain Cry on black rain Cry on black rain If I could hock my love, could I trade For your wings to cover me, unless I fall? The sleep is eyes, closed to light And death's the mind, wide open You can't stutter when you're talking with your eyes Like cutting out your tongue to save face Or feeding on the blood that's running from a black day Cry on black rain Cry on black rain Cry on, cry on black rain Black rain (cry on) Black rain (cry on) (Cry on) You can't stutter when you're talking with your eyes Like cutting out your tongue to save face Or feeding on the blood that's running from a black day