Rain, rain, rain... Can I borrow your time? Am I losing my mind? My skin is aching My brittle bones are breaking, breaking It's so bracing outside, Showers and showers of unhappiness Pulling air to the little little tunnels in my brain I can hear the familiar VOICES rumble, rumble I can feel my LIFE in those hand tremble, tremble I had a dream that I had heavy feet And that kept you from her sleep I had a dream that I was gushing streets alone I had a dream that I was told to keep Oh, wash it from her sleep Had a dream husbands did stripped the widow's bones