fletch Raining Tell me your dreams, in the
morning Tell me about your past life Sorcery, alchemy You will be the death of me What’s going on in my mind Can’t send a postcard from this
town Can’t see the sun in the sky Get me a bottle There is no tomorrow Every day is a new life There’s no sun in the sky We all feel fine And it’s raining outside And we dance and we sing What tomorrow might bring And it’s raining outside Raining outside They don’t notice the rain outside Spinning around in that box Get me a ticket to get out of here I only passing time Religion was never a virtue Sinners redemption a farce Life still goes on Yes when your gone The end of the world is benign S Fletcher 2006 Half way dead Looks like a star, can we applaud
him? Or just like a drunk, out on the
alley What can we do tell, him we love
him Tell the same story you, told him
before Chorus And his eyes are red And his hands all rotten and
withered And he’s half way dead But he still puts on a show For you the songs that he sings, The dreams that he has His arms open wide For you he’d give you his life A solitary soldier without a fight For you His songs for you Life is so cruel, if you’re rich
and lonely Drinking cheap wine, from a brown
paper bag Is it a spotlight, or could be a
headlight But you keep on playing The show must go on The plays that he acts in, the
songs that he’s singing Is this the story life must go on And we all need attention, The poets the actors Another star fading alone in the
sky S Fletcher 2006
