Black Rain — Keane

I open my eyes, everything shines We swim as the breeze blows down the coast Down on my luck, breathing my last Dirty your hands, carry me home Red sky turning round, black rain falling down If you've got love you'd better hope that that's enough Sandstorm cuts your skin, Black Kites circling If you've got love you'd better hope that that's enough

We came from the south to Lebanon's shore Folded our clothes, dived into peace The blackest of seas glitering red Lit by the fire over our heads Red sky turning round, black rain falling round If you've got love you'd better hope that that's enough Sandstorm cuts your skin, Sunbirds circling If you've got love you'd better hope that that's enough You'd better hope that that's enough