| It wasn’t the rain that washed away
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| Rinsed out the colours of your eyes
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| Putting the gun down on the bedside table
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| I must have realised
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| It wasn’t the rain that made no difference
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| And I could have sworn it wasn’t me
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| Yet I did it all so coldly, almost slowly
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| Plain for all to see
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| Oh, come on, please now, talk to me
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| Tell me things I could find helpful
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| How can I stop now?
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| Is there nothing I can do?
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| I have lost my way
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| I’ve been losing you
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| I can still hear our screams competing
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| You’re hissing your s’s like a snake
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| Now in the mirror stands half a man
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| I thought no one could break
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| It wasn’t the rain that made no difference
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| Nervously drumming on, run away
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| But I want the guilt to get me, thoughts to wreck me
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| Preying on my mind
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| So, please now, talk to me
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| Tell me things I could find helpful
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| How can I stop now?
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| Is there nothing I can do?
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| I have lost my way
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| I’ve been losing you
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| Please now, talk to me
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| Tell me things I could find helpful
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| How can I stop now?
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| Is there nothing I can do?
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| Please now, talk to me
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| Tell me, tell me what to do
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| How can I stop now?
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| Is there nothing I can do?
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| I have lost my way
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| I’ve been losing you
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| I’ve been losing you
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| I’ve been losing you |