Save Us
John Davies Cale
Save us from the wind that bleeds
Save us from the falling rain
Save us from the House of God
Save us from the wind that bleeds
Nothing seems to matter anyway
When that wind begins to blow
Save us from the falling rain
Save us from the House of God
Save us from the wind that bleeds
Save us from the falling rain
And in the dark and cold of night
I have to face it all again
And face it harder, hopelessly
With no idea what to do
Save us from the wind that bleeds
Save us from the falling rain
Save us from the House of God
Save us from the falling rain