Dancing on the Doors Songtext

von John Mark McMillan

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