The Rain
Per Gessle
I was raised the Northern way
And my father had a Northern name
I did my crying out in the pouring rain
And a season turned into another one
I found a heart bright like the morning Sun
He touched my lips, so softly, with his fingertips
But I kept the rain falling down on me
All the time, all the time
I kept the rain falling down on me
All the time, all the time
And some things in life won't ever change
There's a smell of a rusty chain
And of love disappearing like an aeroplane
I kept the rain falling down on me
All the time, all the time
I kept the rain falling down on me
All the time, all the time
All the time