| 作词 : Gulliver Trim | |
| 作曲 : Gulliver Trim | |
| We used to say | |
| That the water | |
| Was beneath our feet | |
| And above our heads | |
| And we used to pray | |
| That the torture | |
| Might avoid us | |
| Might avoid us | |
| 'Cos it even rains on Sunday | |
| And will it stop raining someday? | |
| I'm not sure | |
| 'Cos it's getting a little bit mundane | |
| I'm thinking there must be | |
| Some way to stop it | |
| Pouring, pouring down | |
| Raining and raining | |
| Raining and raining | |
| Raining and raining | |
| There are fathers and mothers | |
| Under rubble | |
| Some eyes open | |
| And some eyes shut | |
| But my heart's a lake | |
| And my soul's a puddle | |
| Ashes to ashes | |
| And dust to dust | |
| 'Cos it even rains on Sunday | |
| And will it stop raining someday? | |
| I'm not sure | |
| 'Cos it's getting a little bit mundane | |
| I'm thinking there must be | |
| Some way to stop it | |
| Pouring, pouring down | |
| Raining and raining | |
| Raining and raining | |
| Raining and raining | |
| (Raining and raining) | |
| 'Cos it even rains on Sunday | |
| And will it stop raining someday? | |
| I'm not sure | |
| 'Cos it's getting a little bit mundane | |
| I'm thinking there must be | |
| Some way to stop it | |
| Pouring, pouring | |
| Down down down down | |
| Down down down | |
| Yeah. |
| zuo ci : Gulliver Trim | |
| zuo qu : Gulliver Trim | |
| We used to say | |
| That the water | |
| Was beneath our feet | |
| And above our heads | |
| And we used to pray | |
| That the torture | |
| Might avoid us | |
| Might avoid us | |
| ' Cos it even rains on Sunday | |
| And will it stop raining someday? | |
| I' m not sure | |
| ' Cos it' s getting a little bit mundane | |
| I' m thinking there must be | |
| Some way to stop it | |
| Pouring, pouring down | |
| Raining and raining | |
| Raining and raining | |
| Raining and raining | |
| There are fathers and mothers | |
| Under rubble | |
| Some eyes open | |
| And some eyes shut | |
| But my heart' s a lake | |
| And my soul' s a puddle | |
| Ashes to ashes | |
| And dust to dust | |
| ' Cos it even rains on Sunday | |
| And will it stop raining someday? | |
| I' m not sure | |
| ' Cos it' s getting a little bit mundane | |
| I' m thinking there must be | |
| Some way to stop it | |
| Pouring, pouring down | |
| Raining and raining | |
| Raining and raining | |
| Raining and raining | |
| Raining and raining | |
| ' Cos it even rains on Sunday | |
| And will it stop raining someday? | |
| I' m not sure | |
| ' Cos it' s getting a little bit mundane | |
| I' m thinking there must be | |
| Some way to stop it | |
| Pouring, pouring | |
| Down down down down | |
| Down down down | |
| Yeah. |
| zuò cí : Gulliver Trim | |
| zuò qǔ : Gulliver Trim | |
| We used to say | |
| That the water | |
| Was beneath our feet | |
| And above our heads | |
| And we used to pray | |
| That the torture | |
| Might avoid us | |
| Might avoid us | |
| ' Cos it even rains on Sunday | |
| And will it stop raining someday? | |
| I' m not sure | |
| ' Cos it' s getting a little bit mundane | |
| I' m thinking there must be | |
| Some way to stop it | |
| Pouring, pouring down | |
| Raining and raining | |
| Raining and raining | |
| Raining and raining | |
| There are fathers and mothers | |
| Under rubble | |
| Some eyes open | |
| And some eyes shut | |
| But my heart' s a lake | |
| And my soul' s a puddle | |
| Ashes to ashes | |
| And dust to dust | |
| ' Cos it even rains on Sunday | |
| And will it stop raining someday? | |
| I' m not sure | |
| ' Cos it' s getting a little bit mundane | |
| I' m thinking there must be | |
| Some way to stop it | |
| Pouring, pouring down | |
| Raining and raining | |
| Raining and raining | |
| Raining and raining | |
| Raining and raining | |
| ' Cos it even rains on Sunday | |
| And will it stop raining someday? | |
| I' m not sure | |
| ' Cos it' s getting a little bit mundane | |
| I' m thinking there must be | |
| Some way to stop it | |
| Pouring, pouring | |
| Down down down down | |
| Down down down | |
| Yeah. |