England

There's a drizzle outside

It looks like England

There's a storm coming tonight

I can feel it

These blankets that I own

Don't stand a chance against the cold

And the coats I wear are only

Decoration

I sit out and watch the rain

From my porch step

It seems that every drop falls down, and its Forgotten

But I know God was not intending

For the ground to be their ending

So the heat returns, and draws it back again

Like the rain, we are falling

It's a beautiful disaster

And we're dreaming of the clouds

But the pavements coming faster

And it's all that we can do

To keep on reaching for the surface of the Earth

Waiting for the heat to return

Like the rain, we are falling

It's a beautiful disaster

And we're dreaming of the clouds

But the pavements coming faster

And its all that we can do

To keep on reaching for the surface of the Earth

Waiting for the heat

There's a drizzle outside

It looks like England

There's a storm coming tonight

Can you feel it?