wait for a rainstormnto come wash the scum offnthe streets you walk at nightnncurse god for hindsightnthe soft skirt of his light and charmnyou painted his portraitnon the inside of your toiletnto remind you that he’s gonennyou wait for a rainstormnto come wash the scum offnthe streets you walk at nightnnit’s all rightnto wear your heart on the outside of your sleevenyou don’t mindnif it’s cold out, it’s dark down by your streetnit’s all rightnto wear your heart on the outside of your sleevenyou don’t mindnif it’s cold out, it’s dark down by your streetnnwait for a rainstormnto come wash the scum offnthe streets you walk at nightnncurse god for hindsightnthe soft skirt of his light and charmnyou branded his portraitnon the inside of your toiletrynto remind you that he’s gonennyou wait for a rainstormnto come wash the scum offnthe streets you walk at nightnnit’s all rightnto wear your heart on the outside of your sleevenyou don’t mindnif it’s cold out, it’s dark down by your streetnit’s all rightnto wear your heart on the outside of your sleevenyou don’t mindnif it’s cold out, it’s dark down by your street