It's going to rain

I hate this crowded station on the fucking Christmas day

The doors close and bring you away

I give up my hopes on the track nr. three

I hold back tears I got to let them free, yeah

I told you many times I can't write any love song

Because I was afraid to make it wrong

This is not the way, yeah maybe it makes you blue

But now I'd love to be right there with you

It's going to rain

It's going to rain, to rain

It's going to rain

It's going to rain, to rain

I hope it washes our pain away, away

Waiting for another sunny day

Yeah, life has been so rude despite the things we do

It fell apart, and we burned the fuse

This green bottle is my Christmas tree tonight

Cheers my sweet, the storm is going to arrive