Come raining down on me
Come raining down on me: I'm dressed for overkill.
A book with pages glued floats in my living room,
the wallpaper is peeling back the years.
My portrait underfoot is already just a blur;
the colours have bled to grey.
Let it pour down on me,
my stained fingers need the rain.
Let it pour down on me and wash all my memories again.
I'll be standing here, watching the picture fade away.
- The mp3 of the song can be downloaded here.
Copyright © 2003 Dejan Djurdjevic