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.