Dancing on the Doors

See the wall See the writing on it See the wind See the One who rides upon it See the mighty and the high all hang their head He burns like the rage of a firmament fire Falls with the weight of a jealous desire Like a downpour dancing on the doors Of the sleeping and the dead Like rain falling over us Like rain falling over us Like rain falling over us This ain't no kind of religion Like rain falling over us Like rain falling over us Like rain falling over us This ain't no kind of religion This is love Hear the songs sung by the fiery tongues Hear the bending bows of the blood bought sons Hear the voices in the flood and lift your heads See the night roll over for the day and See the move of the heavenly parading Like a downpour dancing on the doors Of the sleeping and the dead He comes like Like rain falling over us Like rain falling over us Like rain falling over us This ain't no kind of religion Like rain falling over us Like rain falling over us Like rain falling over us This ain't no kind of religion This is love