Jens Martin Lekman, call in sick today You caught a shade of your old face In the mirror on the wall With eyes black as charcoal Face as white as salt It's not your fault; she could have called But now the rain has got to fall But there's work to do (You can do it later) I feel so cold (Well crawl up to the radiator) I just don't have the time to sit and wait for our... love to die like the complete d**h of a star Or to separate your name from mine Jens Martin Lekman, make that simple call You saw two skeletons dance contrivance in a painting in the hall At work you're just some oddball You know they're laughing behind your back And those old cubicles make you cynical Plus the rain has got to fall But there's work to do (Yeah, that work is grieving) I believe you now (No, you're not believing) But in my family we don't speak of these things And deep inside the sh** would turn to diamond rings But the show ain't over 'til the fat lady sings... The rain has got to fall The rain has got to fall The rain has got to fall The rain has got to fall The rain has got to fall The rain has got to fall Ohhh The rain has got to fall The rain has got to fall The rain has got to fall The rain has got to fall The rain has got to fall The rain has got to fall The rain has got to fall The rain has got to fall