Hey Moon (The Rain Could Tell You Its Dreams)

Hey, Moon
What if you could tear down the wailing wall
Hey, Moon
What if you could make all the certainties fall
Hey, Moon
What if you could burn all the promises
Hey, Moon
What if you could find, for all, the last (first) cure

Jesus Christ would get up and dance for hours
Who knows
Under the melody of the poor man
Who knows

And the rain could tell you its dreams
And the rain could tell you its dreams

Hey, Moon
What if you could leave the scars behind
Hey, Moon
What if you could think: Nevermind
Hey, Moon
What if you could spread a miracle
Hey, Moon
What if you could drink in the magic cup
(What if you could creed in the unbelievable)

Jesus Christ would get up and dance for hours
Who knows
Under the melody of the poor man
Who knows

And the rain could tell you its dreams
And the rain could tell you its dreams
And the rain could tell you its dreams
And the rain could tell you its dreams