Mick Harvey - Creators of Rain

In the beginning, the land was stained
Parched by the sun, deserts and plains
Then the creators of the land created rain
I was that barren, wasted land
I was too weak to stand
Then the creators of rain created you

High on a mountain, growing bare
Land was plenty, trees were rare
Then the creators of the rain created air
I was that mountain growing bare
My life was empty, nothing there
Then the creators of air created you

Ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh

There would be no land, no seas
No plants, no trees
No life or me
Without you
Without you

Life had forgotten the carrying on
Dreams that were lost to fade above
Then the creators of rain created love
I was that dream that life had made
To search in endless hope and fate
Then the creators of love created you

You, ooh
You, ooh, ooh, ooh
You, ooh-ooh, ooh
You, ooh, ooh, ooh
For me, ooh-ooh, ooh
For me
For me
For me