Из альбома: Come to My Garden
Sitting all alone, I hear the tapping of the rain;
Dance, ballerina, dance...
Talking with the rain, in some small city, I feel the pain;
She's dancing all alone...
Ooh, thinking how we'd wait together, sitting by the fire in weather just like this,
Playing lovers' games, hoping the rain would never end...
And I thought about the night we met:
How the gentle rain fell down, kissed the ground;
Then I knew no one ever could take your place...
Sitting all alone, I hear the tapping of the rain;
Dance, ballerina, dance...
Talking with the rain, in some small city, I feel the pain;
She's dancing all alone...
Ooh, thinking how we'd wait together, sitting by the fire in weather just like this,
Playing lovers' games, hoping the rain would never end...
Nothing seems the same but the falling rain;
You've gone away...
Walking by the sea, sitting beneath a tree;
You are not here..
And I thought about the night we met:
How the gentle rain fell down, kissed the ground;
Then I knew no one ever could take your place...