Come fill me up, when I'm dry and cold Or when I feel emptied out, with a voice I shout I'm the wait, the listen of the words to land upon I play my cards, but it's by the grace of love That I play my cards at all Come fill me up, fill me up when I'm dry Or when I'm emptied out Come rain, rain, rain down on me Again, again, rain down on me I see you now, but tell them all, tell them all Line up and drink the blood I see you now, like the devil and the lord Go walking on and on Who's that writing, John the Revelator? Who's that writing, John the Revelator? Who's that writing, John the Revelator? On the book of the seven seas . . . Come rain, rain, rain down on me Again, again, rain down on me Who's that writing, John the Revelator? Who's that writing, John the Revelator? Who's that writing, John the Revelator? . . . . . .
