Texty: Hawksley Workman. Rain.

Rain, rain
Falling is the only thing you ever do
You're getting pretty good
You're getting pretty good at it now
Down, down
Down to where the trouble and hurt does live
Where so many fall
Where so many take and not give

You make it seem so graceful
You make is seem so proud
You're just falling from the sky onto the ground

What, what
What if it was simple like the falling rain?
Love comes down and just sinks into your heart
Cause where you fall, fall

Fall so hard it's ugly just to see your face
Fall so hard the earth beneath you looks the other way

You make it seem so graceful
The peace within your sound
You're just falling from the sky onto the ground

Pain, pain
Why did I invite you to be here again?
I thought we were through
When I walked away in the rain