Roxette

The Rain

Falling down on me

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.

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 the Love is dissapearing 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 of the time
…