In 2010, I took her in and said I’d love her till
The sky has lost her blue and the rivers all run still
Followed her till she came in and put her hand in mine
Then we lived in green fields but now it’s just a shame
Cities which once grew like weeds, now shipwrecks on the plain
750 days since a drop of rain
Then came November and my lover hid up rye
Drank it in the swelter as she laughed as the red sun died
She said she was gonna leave me and head out to the sea-side
Catch a cloud and ride, never such a thing
Politicians blamed each other
The preachers swelled with pride
The wealthy killed each other and the poor gave up a smile
‘Cause 750 days without a drop of rain made everyone the same