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.