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