Standing In The Rain, A Broken Window Pane

Rain Drops Fall Upon My Head

Nothing Left To Do, Repetition's Turned Me Blue

And All Of My Thoughts Are Dead

I Can See For Miles, In Every Direction

I Can See Your Hell, In Your Reflection

Tying Up In Bed, Staring At Her Head

I Wonder What She's Thinkin Now?

All My Thoughts Are True, Of What I Said To You

It Seems So Much Like Home Right Now

I Can See You With Your Back To The Wall

I Will Be There When You Finally Fall

Nothing Left You Could Say This Time

You Can't Weasel Out This Time But

I Can See You With Your Back To The Wall

Standing In The Rain All The People Look The Same

The Raindrops Fall Upon My Head

Nothing Left To Do Because My Brain's Too Full Of Glue

Its Like My Mind Is Overfed

(nothing Witty Seems To Come To Mind Though)

Cornered With Your Back To The Wall

Cornered With Your Back To The Wall...