If they told me say a wish,
I'd prefer a tail of clouds,
a whirlwind on the ground
and a great rage rising.
A sweeper of sadnesses,
a downpour of vengeance
that when it clears up might
look like our hope.
If they told me say a wish,
I'd prefer a tail of clouds
to take away the ugly
and leave us with the cherub.
A sweeper of sadnesses,
a downpour of vengeance
that when it clears up might
look like our hope.