The rain falls on your days
giving you a reason for mysterious ways
behind doors the darkness falls
you pour a cup of cofee, and get talking walls
But you can blame it on me
and the person you thought I wanted you to be
but don´t you blame it on love
´cause you will regret it then, and from now on.
Besides from days gone by
hours seem so slow you think you´ll surely die
you decide to call up a friend
when she doesn´t answer you are close to the end...