Colin Blunstone, Rod Argent - Only the Rain lyrics
[Colin Blunstone, Rod Argent - Only the Rain lyrics]
From rafters of memory and deep grim lodges
Housed in siblings' far off game chambers
Comes the rain, oh Lord
And it reflects my tears
Which originally grew in mirrors
Oh windows of illusion
And the rain fell
Like ball bearings on a roulette wheel
Eliminating the future
And I saw ghosts, they were children
Running through a cedar boulevard into a wood
They came to a gate and looked inside
It was raining
And they heard a soft moaning
Warm and plural
And the rain fell, on the lake
In the vast garden faster and faster
It was dark
Suddenly childrеn were evеrywhere
Gliding along the lake
Running through the trees
The stars arranged themselves like
An illuminated skipping rope
The trees were rich and high
And mingled with the stars
As jewels complement skin
Come, jump across the lake into he branches
Higher than the clouds
Let the rain fall from secret passageways
And oak casements come these spirit's
Out of their sleepy silver webs
They play with the forgotten animals at night
And patter on our windows when we sleep
Only the rain has such soft fingers
Only the rain
Housed in siblings' far off game chambers
Comes the rain, oh Lord
And it reflects my tears
Which originally grew in mirrors
Oh windows of illusion
And the rain fell
Like ball bearings on a roulette wheel
Eliminating the future
And I saw ghosts, they were children
Running through a cedar boulevard into a wood
They came to a gate and looked inside
It was raining
And they heard a soft moaning
Warm and plural
And the rain fell, on the lake
In the vast garden faster and faster
It was dark
Suddenly childrеn were evеrywhere
Gliding along the lake
Running through the trees
The stars arranged themselves like
An illuminated skipping rope
The trees were rich and high
And mingled with the stars
As jewels complement skin
Come, jump across the lake into he branches
Higher than the clouds
Let the rain fall from secret passageways
And oak casements come these spirit's
Out of their sleepy silver webs
They play with the forgotten animals at night
And patter on our windows when we sleep
Only the rain has such soft fingers
Only the rain