We Still Believe - A Rotterdam November

I’m a man of sorrows, acquainted with grief

When newborns die and blood fills our streets

And storms take lives

And hollywood says lies

And children cry

But I still believe

You can wash our streets

Set the captives free

And heal the leper lame

Whoa

And I won’t stop

Calling on your name

Oh, oh, oh Call the broken ones

With all that they have lost

And all that they have seen

And all of those who mourn

And all of those who grieve

Tonight

Tonight’s the night it rains red

Tonight

Tonight’s the night it rains red

A dark and iron curtain screams things will never change

And a cross on a hill screams won’t be the same

A kingdom is at hand and the rain will come again

As centuries past

But I still believe

You can wash our streets

Set the captives free

And heal the leper lame

Whoa

And I won’t stop

Calling on your name

Oh, oh, oh Call the broken ones

With all that they have lost

And all that they have seen

And all of those who mourn

And all of those who grieve

Tonight

Tonight’s the night it rains red

Tonight

Tonight’s the night it rains red

In the desert, there’s no clouds

Will the friendless, find a friend?

The skies can’t hold back

The rain from heaven

These red stains will be washed white by red

Oh, oh, oh Call the broken ones

With all that they have lost

And all that they have seen

And all of those who mourn

And all of those who grieve

Tonight

Tonight’s the night it rains red

Tonight

Tonight’s the night it rains red