Vārdi: David Gray. Gutters Full Of Rain.

A gutter full of rain
An empty picture frame
A house out at the edges of the city
Never noticing the war
'Til it's right there at your door
And suddenly your hands are bloody

I was seeking to possess
Now another girl's caress
Is on your flesh
The bitterness is tasted
There's nobody in your chair
No hand to touch my hair
The sun even the air seems wasted

Let it go now
Let it all slip away
And we'll start it all over again
Me like a million
Others before
Trying to make sense of the rain

In spite of all the shame
Sometimes I hear your name
I think of us when we were younger
Then I'm shutting out the noise
And I'm trying to hear the voice
That used to tell me love was stronger

Light another cigarette
But the one I got's still lit
I can't seem to keep my fingers steady
Never noticing the war
Til it's right there at your door
And suddenly your hands are bloody