Jens Martin Lekman, call in sick todaynYou caught a shade of your old facenIn the mirror on the wallnWith eyes black as charcoalnFace as white as saltnIt's not your fault; she could have callednBut now the rain has got to fallnBut there's work to do (You can do it later)nI feel so cold (Well crawl up to the radiator)nI just don't have the time to sit and wait for our...nlove to die like the complete death of a starnOr to separate your name from minennJens Martin Lekman, make that simple callnYou saw two skeletons dance contrivance in a painting in the hallnAt work you're just some oddballnYou know they're laughing behind your backnAnd those old cubicals make you cynicalnPlus the rain has got to fallnBut there's work to do (Yeah, that work is grieving)nI believe you now (No, you're not believing)nBut in my family we don't speak of these thingsnAnd deep inside the shit would turn to diamond ringsnBut the show ain't over 'til the fat lady sings...nnThe rain has got to fall (x6)nOhhhnThe rain has got to fall (x9)