To the sound of the rain

To the rhythm of the rain, to the howl of the wind's refrain, I dance alone again, I'm soaking wet within The rain keeps knocking, finding this a funny game, While that old rascal wind just lifts my skirt in vain How strange and cold they are, those creatures made of stone, They have no soul at all I stand here on my own

Beneath a nostalgic tune, my life replays too soon I catch a trace of someone else's foreign scent I see a sultry glance from eyelashes' descent, A slender waist — not mine — you'll only meet in dreams I'll stand aside and watch what fate will weave in seams Then turn and walk away With such betrayal, I won't stay You gave in way too fast You let our die be cast Forgot me, left me torn, replaced me with that thorn — Another girl, brand new And yet, I'm staying through

To the rhythm of the rain, to the howl of the wind's refrain, I dance alone again, I'm soaking wet within The rain keeps knocking, finding this a funny game, While that old rascal wind just lifts my skirt in vain

Strange hands now touch my skin, their lips feel cold within I don't want any other one to enter me, you see, Though we're no longer whole It hurts eternally

To the rhythm of the rain, to the howl of the wind's refrain, I dance alone again, I'm soaking wet within