Текст песни Raining Pleasure

Trail through the wilderness Dryest season known to us Think about you all the time Think about you all the time Trail through the sinfulness Dryest season known to us Dreamed i saw it all come down Dreamed i saw my pleasure raining down Salty lips to taste Skin to touch Nothing matters very much In your arms it's a raining pleasure I believe it's raining pleasure Too little cash to much time to kill Buried alive in a shack on the side of a hill Hasn't rained for fifteen years Hasn't rained for fifteen years Been three weeks i can't get through Phone is dead baby is that you ? Been three weeks i can't get through Phone is dead baby is that you ? Baby is that you ? Baby is that you ?