I
was
raised
the
northern
way
and
my
father
had
a
northern
name,
I
did
my
crying
out
in
the
pouring
rain.
And
a
season
turned
into
another
one,
I
found
a
heart
bright
like
the
morning
sun.
He
touched
my
lips,
so
softly,
with
his
fingertips.
But
I
kept
the
rain
falling
down
on
me
all
the
time,
all
the
time.
I
kept
the
rain
falling
down
on
me
all
the
time,
all
the
time.
And
some
things
in
life
won't
ever
change,
there's
a
smell
of
a
rusty
chain
and
of
love
disappearing
like
an
aeroplane.
I've
kept
the
rain
falling
down
on
me
all
the
time,
all
the
time.
I've
kept
the
rain
falling
down
on
me
all
the
time,
all
the
time,
all
of
the
time.