Warm rain beats down in waves on pavement
The wind sings its prose while I’m waiting
For the cold to reach my bones
And you appeared in the night
Just as shadow barely in sight
Why didn’t I know then
That no good could be born of loving you
There’s still no good that’s been born of loving...
Loving you
I was crooked
I was mean all for you
But now it seems all for nothing
I’ve got nothing but cold in my bones
And you disappeared in the night just as you came
Why didn’t I know back on that day then
That no good could be born of loving you
There’s still no good that’s been born of loving...
Loving you