Sunset Tower In The Rain

What good is serenading

from beyond our grave?

What good are songs of longing

and sentimental waves

that suddenly wash over me,

insisting I was wrong

I’ll forgive you for confusing the singers with the song

But lately everywhere I’ll hear a tune I thought I knew

They come and go just as they damn well please

Sometimes so unexpected, sometimes as if on cue

But every song that gets to me is somehow about you

Won’t you play it again

Play it again

«Some Small Hope»

«Some Small Hope»

Play it again, won’t you play it again for me

«Some Small Hope»

«Some Small Hope»

Won’t you play it again

Won’t you play it again for me

For me and Sunset Tower in the rain

Play it again

Won’t you play it again for me and Sunset Tower in the rain

What good is serenading?

What else is there to do?

When every song inside of me

is somehow still about you