Waiting for the Rain

Verse 1

The Highveld sky is a fake kind of blue

I’m telling everyone that I’m doing fine

Walking fast like I’ve got somewhere to be

Life is a movie and the sun is out

I’m winning every fight I ever started

Everything is loud and everything is bright

I’ve got my head up looking at the birds

Thinking that the world is finally mine

Pre-Chorus

But the air is getting thin in my lungs

And my skin feels like it might crack open

(It’s getting cold)

Yeah, it’s getting cold

Chorus

The grass is white and sharp today

Crunching underneath my heavy boots

The flowers you sent are paper brown

Spilling dust on the kitchen floor

It’s a bite-ing kind of cold in my chest

But I’m waiting for the rain to break

(I’m waiting for the rain)

Drop

Verse 2

The bakkie takes a minute to start up

Coughed a cloud of grey into the driveway

I’m wearing that old jacket with the hole

Trying to remember how your hands felt

The hills are the color of a dead lion

Just dust and rocks and shivering trees

I’m drinking water like it’s a holy thing

Trying to wash the winter off my tongue