Profits London Rain
Its funny how the smile in your eyesIs slowly fading with
the last days in July
The year is drowning like the calendar grows thin
You'll sail away again with your back against the wind
When the cold wind blows you're gone
And I will hold me head again
But you can't run from the truth
Of London rain
Please send me beaches when my world is cold and weak
And press me flowers in the pages of the diaries you keep
It still won't fill the spot beside me in the bed where
you sleep
As the calendar repeats
When the cold wind blows you're gone
And I will hold me head again
But you can't run from the truth
Of London rain
Say it like you mean it
A last look of summer on your face
I swear I'll believe that someday you will stay
I can take or leave it, I'll take it anywhere with you.
Last rains are falling on the first days of June.
