it's still the same taste of english rain
the megaphone doesn't stop to shout your name
the sound of tiny voices makes me run and hide
i'd love to drown that thought from time to time
parachuting in the middle of november
sending messages from on the other side
lost in heaven if i try not to remember
washing off your lies (x2)
by the way i've been standing here for hours in the
pouring rain. waiting for an answer, hoped you
might explain. desperately expecting while it's
eating up my brain.
it's still the same taste of english rain
the storybook won't ever loose it's stain
pages that are missing, bending back the time
all that's left is what you left behind