Rain on the brain
now there�s flowers in your window
she, well she�s so strange
i don�t know anything about her
but if it�s all the same to you
here�s what i�m gonna do
i�m gonna write a song
gonna sing it to everyone
and then i�ll sing it to you
�cos it was you that wrote it too
this could be the last train
search within yourself for feelings
everybody�s got them
you left me on the shelf
and now there�s no-one to rely on
but if it�s all the same to you
here�s what i�m gonna do
i�m gonna buy a gun
gonna shoot eberything, everyone
and then i�m coming for you
�cos it was you that drove me to
this could be the last train
woo-woo
woo-woo
woo-woo
woo-woo
rear window
wit the room in her hair
and on her jacket
there�s a picture of che guevara
as he sits beneath the tree
but that�s not important
but he look a bit like me
if you took all the little feelings in your heart
and took all those little feelings apart
oh well now
what�s the point in doing all of that?