There's a storm coming down on an old Southern town
They sway through the oaks and the pines
They crack and they splinter on the doorway to winter
They're all born and living to die
Now it's two years December since I seen that old river
And wonder if she's running wild
Is she holding still and loosing her willows
Too tired from running miles
There's a blackbird that flies on the edge of the night
Trying to find his way
He's riding that line of darkness and light
Lost in the Blue Velvet Rain
Soaked to the bone and burning alone
A fire without any flame
He's been in the wind of lies and excuse
Of feeling there's noone to name
There's a blackbird that flies on the edge of the night
Trying to find his way
He's riding that line of darkness and light
Lost in the Blue Velvet Rain
Lost in the Blue Velvet Rain

KORREKTUREN ÃœBERMITTELN