Lyrics More - The Sundays

More

Burning questions
We are told they’ve gone out
Time you learned your lesson
We all know that
Tell me boys are you out there?
The flesh is weak & the mind slow
By now, you could say there’s a problem
And it rained down on me
And it seemed to get into me
It poured down over me
I’m wet through
But I still want more
Peace, love now what?
Don’t go telling me you’ve had them
O delighted, we all know
We won’t be alive any more and
By now you could say there’s a problem
And it rained down on me
And it seemed to get into me
I’m soaked to my skin
I’m wet through
I really ought to be in
Will you let me have a sign?
And somebody ought to reply