Текст песни Pacific Sleep Patterns

It's the end of the raining, the end of the raining, nothing stopped but the dullness, all the dullness. All my enemies they can see in the dark, in the dark they see double I swear, I don't need this trouble. It's the end of the raining, the end of the raining and your hands fluttering on. They're moving slow like some wicked animal.