Crawl to the window
  Whisper to me if it snowed
  We’ll plot to murder each other
  And I’ll be your alibi.
  
  Bind me with wire
  Tell me your favorite vice
  And I’ll discuss my childhood
  - If you need a sedative
  
  CHORUS
  I like rain,
  the innocence in praying
  The faded faintly childhood
  smell of plastic
  When it’s set to burn,
  Angel dust, the two of us,
  Fresh-faced reminders
  of lessons that we’ll
  Never learn.
  
  I see you’re sleeping
  You always can cry if it helps
  My soul is by the telephone
  - If you’re needing sympathy.
  And the rain won’t wash away
  all that you hold to be true
  It remains somehow indifferent
  - Regarding the weatherman.
  
  REPEAT CHORUS