Presently
The future is in the middle of a love triangle,
With calmity and me in the corner
Starting to feel uncomfortable,
The more I try to seperate
The better it fells to get right in the way.
Should I douse the spark or fan the flames or merelt thing of clever things
To say?

And I try so hard to get out of the way
Of that runaway train.
Oh,how I do love the rain.

Oh...

Seems to me
That being in the middle is starting to get me in trouble.
I tried to run away but they have a talent for making trouble seem enjoyable.
Should I douse the sparks or fan the flames
Or merely thing of clever things to say?
The more I try to seperate,the better it fells to get right in the way.

And I try so hard to get out of the way of that runaway train.
Oh,how I do love the rain.

oh I love
oh oh.. oh oh.. oh oh..

And I try so hard to get out of that runaway train.
Oh,how I do love the rain.

And I try so hard to get out of that runaway train.
Oh,how I do love the rain.

oh how...