Tom Waits - More Than Rain(Vinyl) | Текст песни

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It's more than rain that falls on our parade tonight(2)
It's more than thunder
It's more than thunder

And it's more than a bad dream, now that I'm sober
Nothing but sad times
Nothing but sad times

None of our pockets, are lined with gold(3)
Nobody's caught the bouquet
And no dead presidents(4) we can fold
Nothing is going our way

And it's more than trouble, I've got myself into
It's more than woe-begotten gray skies now(5)

And it's more than a bad dream, now that I'm sober
There's no more dancing
There's no more dancing

And it's more than trouble, I've got myself into
Nothing but sad times
Nothing but sad times

None of our pockets, are lined with gold
Nobody's caught the bouquet
And no dead presidents we can fold
Nothing is going our way

And it's more than goodbye, I have to say to you
It's more than woe-begotten gray skies now

And it's more than goodbye, I have to say to you
It's more than woe-begotten gray skies now

And it's more than woe-begotten gray skies now