Titus Was Born

Titus was born

Under the eye of a storm

Rainwater carried his bed

Around the world and back again

Oh, all the things he did see; life is a dream

Drifting at sea, it's so hard to believe

And so, Titus would grow

Tall and strong as an oak

Rainwater stuck in his head

It filled him with words left unsaid

Of all the things he might be, drifting at sea

At night he would dream

Of old storms at bay, to wash the pain away

Rain's falling

Falling on you...

And the storm it was driving

Wash it away

All the trees on the island

Rainwater, rainwater

In the eye, there was a silence

But he washed it away

Crashing rocks by the sirens

It's falling on you

Rainwater, rainwater

It's falling on you

And the storm it was driving

Wash it away

All the trees on the island

Rainwater, rainwater

In the eye, there was a silence

But he washed it away

Crashing rocks by the sirens

It's falling on you

Rainwater, rainwater

Float on the infinite blue

While rainwater's falling on you

Falling on you...