Rain, Heaven, Hail Songtext
von Alfie

Tiring.
They talk ′til you snooze.
Never, ever realised.
That tide.
Colour, mystery.
You say kids'll tire me.
Couldn′t keep.
Couldn't, these strains.
Leave a poor player's life for me.
Wise feet. Never leave home.
Tracing you down baby,
Cos′ I′ve outgrown.
Summer, new sound.
Seems I wasn't meant for you.
For long.
Feather, you think of.
Maybe then you′ll call na-night,
Then go.