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.
