Had a northern lad
Not exactly had
He moved like the sunset god who painted that
First he loved my accent
How his knees could bent
I thought we'd be okay
Me and my molasses
But I feel something is wrong
But I feel this cake just isn't done
And don't say that you don't
You don't show much these days
It get's so fuckin cold
I loved his secret places
But I can't go anymore
"You change like sugar cane", sayes my northern lad
Well I guess you go too far when pianos try to be guitars
I feel the west in you
But I, I feel it falling apart too
And don't say that you don't
And if you could see me now
Said if you could see me now
Girls you've got to know
When it's time to turn the page
When your only wet, because of the rain
Because of the rain (x2)
Because of the rain

Copyright: Downtown Music Publishing
Writer(s): TORI ELLEN AMOS