Talking to myself; ideas and images covered with dust

Memories, well-worn from constant use, stained by loneliness and lust

Heaping on my heart abuse

Somebody tell me - what's the use?

Somebody tell me...somebody tell me - what's the use?

Wet-walking in the streaming rain; hair stuck to my head, like my thoughts

Regrets half-felt, and sin half-loved - what have I bought?

Drops coming down on my face and on the rooftops, but they don't reach inside me

I say faith is just for fools

Somebody tell me - what's the use?

Oh

Love - cold and wet against my skin

Where do you end? How do you begin?

I'm so lost, in a world without your breath

Afraid of being touched without tenderness

Needing your fire, fearing your flame

Could I surrender, waiting for the rain?

Streaming rain, come on, rain

Lord, send your rain, rain

Rain, rain, rain, oh

Come on, rain

Rain, rain, rain

Ooh, come on, rain

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