Too much love will kill you Yes, too much love will kill you I'm just the pieces of the man I used to be Too many bitter tears are raining down on me I'm far away from home And I've been facing this alone For much too long Oh, I feel like no-one ever

Standin' outside, y'all It's raining, children Gettin' soaking wet And it's raining, y'all Been put out, y'all Nowhere to go, children People all ask me, son Tell me what's wrong with you Tell 'em I've been sick, y'all, yeah

But in my mind were somewhere in my car And it's raining hard on the streetlight glow You got your lips on mine, its gasoline on fire I never will forget, you grabbed my shirt and pulled it over my head And your fingertips slide up and down my back

Oh, sunny days She keeps on praying Oh, oh, ooh Lift me when I'm down No more butterflies 'cause they don't never last Stolen from the light by demons of the past It's always raining Break you through the clouds She woke up in the morning

She makes me feel like it's raining outside And when the storms gone I'm all torn up inside I'm always nervous on days like this like the prom I get too scared to move cause I'm a fuckin' boy Push it out, fake a smile Avert disaster just in time I need a

Oh yeah yeah, oh ooh oh Falling like the rain so, we ain't running out Falling like the rain so we ain't running out Oh yeah yeah yeah oh whoa whoa whoa Eeny, meeny, miny, moe Catcha' player by the toe If you want to let him go Men be falling like the

You only need a roof when it's raining You only need a fire when it's cold You only need a drink when the whiskey Is the only thing that you have left to hold Sun comes up and goes back down And falling feels like flying till you hit the ground Say the

You better come on Into my kitchen Cause it's going to be raining outdoors You better come on into my kitchen Cause it's sure to be raining outdoors When a woman's in trouble Everybody puts her down She look for her good man Lord he can't be found

Take a few of these, the sweeter memories There's a cloud in the sky and it's raining on you Still you try to keep dry but your troubles leak through And you've lost all you could, feeling sad Choose your reveries Keep the good, leave the bad Don't

When it's rainin' on Sunday And pray that it's rainin' on Sunday, Stormin' like crazy, We'll hide under the covers all afternoon And baby whatever comes on Monday can take care of itself Cause we've got better things that we can do It ticks just like a