The King Who Rained

I stole the blueprints that I needed for the ark I'm building
Are you coming? Have you noticed the deluge alluding?
It's been sleeting every evening, storming every morn
It's not like you weren't warned
But I'm the grocer with oceans in store

Five thousand four hundred and seventy eight days
The sky's been graying in an unusual way
You could never navigate the havoc I sustain
Five thousand four hundred seventy eight days of rain

There's no room in this shelter, only cats and dogs
Are you hurt? Are you worthy? Are you a human log?
Are you an angel ensconced in a velvet smog?
Oh, you're the underdog?
Try singing in the throat of a frog

For five thousand four hundred seventy eight days
Can't hold a candle to the levees I have raised
How will you pass the time once you pass away?
Five thousand four hundred seventy eight days of rain

You and I were Frankensteins feasting on each other's minds
I'd kill to have you here with me and hug me till I cannot breathe
But you can't stop the whirl, and I can't save a squirrel
Welcome to my grave new water world

Five thousand four hundred and seventy eight days
And still can't fathom the decision that you made
Fifteen years of waiting now for you to say my name
Five thousand four hundred seventy nine days of rain