David Berkeley Follow

I will stay right with you now.
Let the rain come pouring down.
Let the rain pour through your walls.
I don't care, let it fall, let it fall.

No, I won't go down that way.
Get out of town they say, they always say.
Let's disregard the way they ring those bells,
and disregard the television too.

And here is what we'll do:
We'll stay in bed, the water pouring down your
lips and legs.
Oh the pouring rain.
It's a hurricane. The rain has got your name.
It's got your name.

Glasses tremble, glasses shake.
They fall right from your face.
They fall like flames.
Blame it on the strange light in the air.
Or blame it on the wind caught in your hair.

Oh, it's a hurricane. The rain has got your name.
It's got your name.
Oh, it's a twisted game.
The wind has caught your name.
It's a hurricane.

Where's the wisdom in the wind?
And what would blow us down?
Somehow I know. Go ahead and blow
our bodies round.
Go ahead and try to sink this town.
Go ahead and blow.

It's a hurricane. The rain has got your name.
It's a hurricane.

Open season for the soul, but we don't lose our
hold on each other.
Takes more than some rain to pass over.
Not even a hurricane could unfold me and you.

I will stay right with you now.
Let the rain come pouring down.
Let the rain pour through your walls.
I don't care, let it fall, let it fall.