Raining Pleasure
Dryest season known to us
Think about you all the time
Think about you all the time
Trail through the sinfulness
Dryest season known to us
Dreamed i saw it all come down
Dreamed i saw my pleasure raining down
Salty lips to taste
Skin to touch
Nothing matters very much
In your arms it's a raining pleasure
I believe it's raining pleasure
Too little cash to much time to kill
Buried alive in a shack on the side of a hill
Hasn't rained for fifteen years
Hasn't rained for fifteen years
Been three weeks i can't get through
Phone is dead baby is that you ?
Been three weeks i can't get through
Phone is dead baby is that you ?
Baby is that you ?
Baby is that you ?