England

There's a drizzle outside
It looks like England

There's a storm coming tonight
I can feel it

These blankets that I own
Don't stand a chance against the cold

And the coats I wear are only
Decoration

I sit out and watch the rain
From my porch step

It seems that every drop falls down, and its Forgotten
But I know God was not intending
For the ground to be their ending

So the heat returns, and draws it back again

Like the rain, we are falling
It's a beautiful disaster
And we're dreaming of the clouds
But the pavements coming faster
And it's all that we can do
To keep on reaching for the surface of the Earth
Waiting for the heat to return

Like the rain, we are falling
It's a beautiful disaster
And we're dreaming of the clouds
But the pavements coming faster
And its all that we can do
To keep on reaching for the surface of the Earth
Waiting for the heat

There's a drizzle outside
It looks like England

There's a storm coming tonight
Can you feel it?