Jens Martin Lekman, call in sick today
You caught a shade of your old face
In the mirror on the wall
With eyes black as charcoal
Face as white as salt
It's not your fault; she could have called
But now the rain has got to fall
But there's work to do (You can do it later)
I feel so cold (Well crawl up to the radiator)
I just don't have the time to sit and wait for our...
love to die like the complete death of a star
Or to separate your name from mine
Jens Martin Lekman, make that simple call
You saw two skeletons dance contrivance in a painting in the hall
At work you're just some oddball
You know they're laughing behind your back
And those old cubicals make you cynical
Plus the rain has got to fall
But there's work to do (Yeah, that work is grieving)
I believe you now (No, you're not believing)
But in my family we don't speak of these things
And deep inside the shit would turn to diamond rings
But the show ain't over 'til the fat lady sings...
The rain has got to fall (x6)
Ohhh
The rain has got to fall (x9)