The Rain

roxette - the rain



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