Letra de Matrimony Is Paving The Way For Preplanned Alchemy

As the rain falls, my umbrella doesn't always work drip drop drip drop splish splashing in my brain It's a flood honey, a real mach five Oh dear, I fear a dreadful drizzle my dear It's time to fly south with the mice Dripping dripping dripping in my Sunday morning tea One lump or two? How do you do? It's the monopoly guy These mice aren't blind, baby, but I guess they don't see the light But you know, maybe it's just dark or something baby, I don't know It could be the wool pulled over their eyes by father time or a gardening bird I like to write but my hands aren't working for me I've just created the unabated understatement of the century It could be the wool pulled over my eyes but that's just a refrain