The Rain - Roxette

I was raised the northern way

and my father had a northern name,

I did my crying out in the pouring rain.

And a season turned into another one,

I found a heart bright like the morning sun.

He touched my lips, so softly, with his fingertips

But I kept the rain falling down on me all the time, all the time.

I kept the rain falling down on me all the time, all the time

And some things in life won’t ever change,

there’s a smell of a rusty chain

and of love disappearing like an aeroplane

I’ve kept the rain falling down on me all the time, all the time.

I’ve kept the rain falling down on me all the time, all the time, all of the time.