And the song I was writing is left undone I dont know why I spend my time Writing songs I can’t believe With words that tear and strain to rhyme.
i hear the drizzle of the rain like a memory it falls soft and warm continuing tapping on my roof and wall
So you see I have come to doubt All that I once held as true I stand alone without beliefs The only truth I know is you
And as I watch the drops of rain Weave their weary paths and die I know that I am like the rain There but for the grace of you go I
Det blir inte mycket mer mellow än så.
P&K
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i hear the drizzle of the rain
like a memory it falls
soft and warm continuing
tapping on my roof and wall
So you see I have come to doubt
All that I once held as true
I stand alone without beliefs
The only truth I know is you
And as I watch the drops of rain
Weave their weary paths and die
I know that I am like the rain
There but for the grace of you go I
Det blir inte mycket mer mellow än så.
P&K