There's always a party on funeral row, where the cross flashes red to the street/and gasoline dreams of girls in blue jeans, he's grazing the surface of sleep/the vultures on main street are eyeing you up, calculating the weight of your bones/and midnight graffiti appears on your door, so we all can sleep safe in our homes/and the storms in the distance hold no rain, and i feel my resistance giving way/ shelter me from this sky, dance with me one last time… sao paulo rain… sao paulo rain/do not disturb this blood red earth, there's giants sleeping beneath/and carnival queens on their deathbed scenes all go through the motions of grief/take another hit, let the bottle slip through your fingers and break like a promise made/the day i remember, my heart i will keep, my voice i surrender and i will not speak to lie/we were so alive, we were so alive/shelter me from this sky, dance with me one last time… sao paulo rain… sao paulo rain.