roxette
the rain
I was rasied the Northern way and my father had a Northern name I did my crying out in the pouring rain And a season turned into another one I found a heart bright like the morning sun He touched my lips, so softly, with his fingertips But I kept the rain, falling down on me All the time All The time I kept the rain, falling down on me All the time All The time And some things in life won't ever change There's a smell of a rusty chain And of love disappearing like an aeroplane But I kept the rain, falling down on me All the time All The time I kept the rain, falling down on me All the time All The time.