Rain Dance

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.