English
There's a black card hand in a shop, some old theme I'd cast away and pull the stop, I'm looking over, I am looking
under, I'm awakenin in an evening of thunder
I stood here days and days, looked up as it shaped, inside some pooring/pouring rain to see the
King of Rain
Cos’ then we shopped and you're so mean and our little world in barefoot seems, a bit better then the rest, she was sick
of these lies and cried, and, quite frankly, I am too, cos' I stood here days and days, looked up, as it shaped, inside some
pooring/pouring rain, to see the King Of Rain
You snorted and snaped
Where you fed up with somebody
When you snorted and snaped
With a foots tickling, a subdue comment
Pierre Rausch
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/king-of-rain/
