Talking to myself - ideas, 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 streaming rain, hair stuck to my head like my thoughts,
Regents half-felt and sin half-loved - what I have 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?
Love, cold and wet against my skin,
Where do you end, and 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,
Should I surrender waiting for the rain, streaming rain?
Come on, rain,
Lord, send your rain, rain,
Rain, rain, rain,
Yeah, yeah.
