[Luke]

You and your Sunday mornings,

Me and my Saturday nights

You and all your colors

Me and my black and whites

You and your lacing cotton

Up against my whiskey skin

Saving me the way you always do, yeah



'Cause I'm hell up here on a high wire

You're the hallelujah kind

I'm dust that spins,

And the gust of wind

That's blowing by

I'm a desert dry

And in my thirsty eyes,

You look like rain



You and your stain glass windows,

Me and my cracked windshield

You and your quiet beauty

Me and my can't set still!



'Cause I'm hell up here on a high wire

You're the hallelujah kind

I'm dust that spins,

And the gust of wind

That's blowing by

I'm a desert dry

And in my thirsty eyes,

You look like rain



Girl, I'm hell up here on a high wire

You're the hallelujah kind

I'm dust that spins,

And the gust of wind

That's blowing by

I'm a desert dry

And in my thirsty eyes,

You look like rain



You look like rain

(You look like

You look like

You look like rain)

You look like rain

Ye-yeah

You look like rain

You look like rain



You must be rain...