thoughts collect like rain on your shoulder. this carpet tries too hard for no one to notice. so do i, but not on purpose. and no, i'm not listening.
enough to pretend. When that wind blows, when the night's about to fall. You can hear the silence call, it's a certain sort of sound, Like the rain fallin
-hole Payola, payroll, dude shut your cakehole This is soul like watching some day old Paint on a train roll by as the rain fall And it's so beautiful
. Slushy, humid and gritty, What a pretty town. What, thought I, could be duller, More depressing, less gay. Now my favourite colour Is grey. A wall of rain
The fields are dancing daisy bright Hills are dappled green Winter wind has ceased her labor Giving birth to blossom rain as sweet as rain And maybe you will fall
saw Love GO running up that stairwell AND The sky came falling down It was him and a new born baby's cry He was there to make that sound and keeps
rain? I burned away Under the summer rain, Oh? We burned away Under the summer rain? I burned away Under the summer rain? You turned away This is the fall
sound Of the sky as it cries Listen to the rain Here it comes again Hear it in the rain Feel the touch of tears that fall They won't fall forever In
For use of ferrians tearin up various areas I rock slow but crack them sound barriers Its IriStealth, the inteligence played Invisible to radar, from the clouds I make it rain
'em off in the grave daily When the slugs start crawl up in ya Well I roll wid realer niggas Pop pop drop to the sound and to ground Lit 'em up to kill
for a star in the sky just wait until the rain makes it falls down the city's gonna shine in the night a vision of a devotion there is another sound
The sound of river and a whippoorwill Like the driving rain on a roof of tin Her words of love call out to him Fiddle Break: 5 5 1 1 1 1 Verse 2: In the chill of the night through falling
I could take us back to Germany I would stay awake and you would talk to me Yet for every drop of rain I hear There's bound to fall another tear Upon
Theres a boy outside standin in the rain His hands are in his pockets hes a wonderin why he came Hes a real nice boy, slower than the fall The girls
She sits by the window Stares into the night Just waiting for a foreign sound from outside Far beyond the atmospheres, she is listening for a call To
rather kill the radio then listen to the rain hit Little sister needs conclusions on how she'll discover it through the pop music Got used to the feeling of falling
a bear, Fuzzy wuzzy had no hear Fuzzy wuzzy wasn't fuzzy, was he? I like the party rock the body You like the party want somebody I sang too, listen to
crates on The Ave Rats escape the lab infestations in all There be cracks on the sidewalk made from the fall A natty dreadlock strumming on his broken guitar Singing Babylon Fall