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.