Quickly she came, dressed up for fame,
riding her perfume downstairs.
make-up like glue, she danced 'round the room,
to the sound of the cordouroy flares.
let's go to town, taxis all round,
we could stop for a couple of beers.
he looks at it all, stifles a yawn,
she tries not to look like she cares.
What do i do now?
are we going under?
what did i do wrong?
i thought we had it sorted
out the other day
maybe i'm just stupid
can't we try again?
no-one told me it was raining.
Can't face a club,
they walk to a nearby pub,
watch a couple of bands.
draining the glass, they walk home at last,
reaching for each other's hands.
nothing is said, he goes to bed
dreaming of her on his own.
she stays up all week, watching him sleep,
scared that she'll wake up alone.
What do i do now?
are we going under?
what did i do wrong?
i thought we had it sorted
out the other day
maybe i'm just stupid
can't we try again?
no-one told me it was raining.
I'll miss you every day of your life
and oh, you'll feel it too,
you're not that strong,
you know i'm onto you.
i'll miss you every day of your life
and maybe when you're dead, i'll get some rest,
from holding onto you.
What do i do now?
are we going under?
what did i do wrong?
i thought we had it sorted
is there someone else?
or am i too familiar?
was it when i said i wanted to have children?
tore up all your photos,
didn't feel too clever,
spent the whole of sunday
sticking you together.
now i'd like to call you,
but i feel too awkward.
some things need explaining,
no-one told me it was raining.