Lambert The party wasn't over when my friends started leaving Still a lot of things I had to say If I walked back in the room would it be the way I left it? Lost my nerve and turned away And the rains came, and the skies turned grey When the lights came on I could see the picture It burned my eyes and it bruised my mind Gave me hope to face the future I was not alone when the lights came on They crucified the ox and threw his carca** to the fire Stood around proclaiming they were free Stripped away his flesh while giving thanks for all his labours No-one saw the joke but him and me Then the rains came, and the skies turned grey The wise man built his house upon the rock beside the river Cared not for the storms that lashed around The foolish man was tempted, dipped his soul into the water His body, though at peace, has not been found Because the rains came, and the skies turned grey