Of wings stroked in the gables
The sky of leaves to meet gather in thrall
These all, all play a game oh
And oh yes I know it's the rain
And oh yes I know it's the rain
That meets echo in the branches
Your slow sleeping breathing,
Your slow hand brushed along skin
And oh yes I know it's the rain
And oh yes I know it's the rain
And oh yes I know it's the rain