It Was Raining - The Verlaines

Well hello there sordid inmates

You’ve got fences round your necks

And you took all the hordes of adoring girls' applause for it

And to follow, Old Man Sorrow is gonna make you watch it all again

Up on high in a pogo zone

And there’s blistering heat from a moulten stone… oh, oh

Yeah and he wants to go, oh yeah he wants to go home

When the memory’s dead and the man lives on

And the greenest of grass is not enough to live on… oh, oh

And he only knows 'go the whole way or don’t go at all'

It’s the middle of winter and things are getting harder to look at

I scrape a hole in the ice and the snow and I look out

And I feel as well as could be dead

I light a cigarette

She walks to the door and she turns once more

and says, «It's your way — it’s not mine — don’t forget.»

And the snow falls on the traveller’s head

He puts his weary wings to flight

He staggers like Atlas asked to dance —

There are no truths in here tonight

And what a scene in the morning light

The bridge is burnt and he’s standing on the wrong side

And there’s no home

And there’s no home

And there’s no home

And there’s no way he can go home

And those that hold the lie of choice say

Maudlin’s all that’s in his voice

And ask a pound of flesh returned

And stab him when his back is turned

And they asked him what he came here for

He said there wasn’t a single bridge out there at all

It was raining when you came here

Take it with you when you leave

And you can take your rain and your melancholia with you

Save it for the next one

When you’re ready… I am