The rain sounds goot it knocks on wood and drowns my house. But it can't
Swallow me and I can drink it. The rain makes rounds in grey sky towns. Spills its
Guts, sometimes it follows me. So I built a house of glass that the rain just runs
Right past. When the rain thinks it laughs last then I drool on it. The earth burps
Mud when the sky floods. Drains rain down till it covers my feet and I lose my
Shoes. The earth grows hair of grass then tears the sun back out when it's got what
It needs. And I built a house of glass that the rain just runs right past. When the
Rain thinks it laughs last then I drool on it.
