have I come to talk to you deliberately?
have I come to talk to you with the words of a friend?
"I’m sold-out, it’s cold out" you say
it's all you ever say instead of moving your pain
have I come to talk to you about telefone-bills?
have I come to talk about obligations that we’re trapped in?
just hold out when it’s cold out
and there’s rain.
have I come to talk about the rain?
just hold out its cold out cold out the rain, hold out its cold out
cold out ,the rain….hold out
have you come to talk about your solitude?
have you come to talk the state of mind you’re in?
in your eyes the rain never ends
have I come to talk about how we could be friends?
have I come to tell what is moving me?
have I come to play a game or dance around for a while?
it doesn’t quite bother me when
the rain's kind of soaked me, say can I come in?
just hold out
when we speak it’s holding me spellbound
as soon as I feel we’re both on the same train
the beauty and wealth that’s been found
in the drizzling of the rain
if I were to meet you and we didn’t know each other
which drawers would we first draw?
inside little boxes to open and once more
inside are the words of a friend!
a friend !! – hold out – the rain!