Lyrics
In the pouring rain
in the Monday morning rush
we talked for an hour in my head
I was cycling on the sidewalk with an
open umbrella
though soaked
to the bone already so
- why dry out in vain?
dignity,
it slows me down
I
don't get pleasure from
solving these mysteries
cant dwell on dying or the rain
- prefer endless epiphanies, exiting
every cul-de-sac through secret escapes
I left out pieces
on purpose,
it's what I
always do,
I'm not lazy nor can't not leave untwisted thoughts for you but
I'm giving you credit, the wonder you are
and
in five years' time when
it finally makes sense I
won't gloat at how you
figured it out but will be
ready
with an uncondescending kiss on the
lips that
was yours all along, and
that - that kiss -
is something I will have
immensely missed.
In the pouring rain
in the Monday morning rush
we talked for an hour in my head
I was that guy
cycling on the sidewalk with an
open umbrella
[bridge]
(it's a whirlpool
flowing different levels to skip
between
a cotton-candy spinning machine
sugar and magnets make it
crystallize so
sweetly on the tongue)
[chorus] It's something I will have
immensely missed!
[louder. faster]
yeah It's something I've
immensely missed
[faster]
something you completely missed!
Monday evening and still
raining city calm after 24 years of fire,
washed out in downpour, extinguishment
oh
to desire no more
preparing each day;
I'm painting the walls
twenty thousand and twenty-two shades of blue
- just for you
smelling roses, tracking butterflies
chasing rabbits down a hole
but
is this Wonderland?
is this Wonderland?
is this Wonderland?
It's not every day I feel so
lucid
I see no end to the rain, but
don't wait up -
I got the whole field to enjoy.
tomorrow the desert blooms
and the morning mist
seduces the
Sahara and
the cracked dead earth weeps
colours as double-rainbows circle the
storm
