Songtext von Rain, Heaven, Hell

Tiring. They talk 'til you snooze. Never, ever realised. That tide. Colour, mystery. You say kids'll tire me. Couldn't keep. Couldn't, these strains. Leave a poor player's life for me. Wise feet. Never leave home. Tracing you down baby, Cos' I've outgrown. Summer, new sound. Seems I wasn't meant for you. For long. Feather, you think of. Maybe then you'll call na-night, Then go.