Hatful Of Rain

Love hearts on an old stone building

Have no relevance now

Sherry bottles in a bus-stop litter bin

Remind me of you somehow

You look so young it's frightening

Life's been good to you

But strike me down with bolts of lightning

If I wasn't good to you too

Throw me away, throw me away again

'cause I don't mind, I'm still satisfied

With just a hateful of rain

Merry widows in stock gloss magazines

Dumbstruck open their mouths

And out comes some old jackpot philosophy

Everything must pay somehow

And I've heard you say that he just works for me

Doing things that you can't do

But grease my palms with a hateful of currencies

I don't belong to you

Throw me away, throw me away again

'cause I don't mind, I'm still satisfied

With just a hateful of rain