I called you up just to make some sense of it
To calibrate just a frame of mind
And I packed a t-shirt
That hadn't seen daylight
And left my layers in a draw confined

But I think if it's all the same

I think I miss the rain, rain
The rain, rain, rain

All that's left behind now feels colourblind
A strange withdrawal that I've never known
So if I burn away, take me back some day
And let me soak in the home I know

'Cause I think if it's all the same

I think I miss the rain, rain
The rain, rain, rain

I think I like you
But as soon as I'm through
I'm heading back all the way
'Cause I miss the rain

Rain, rain the rain, rain, rain

Copyright: Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Writer(s): Daniel Croll