I found myself reaching for the phone again Staring through a broken windowpane The pitter-patter in my brain I wonder if it could be rain Or the murmer of my heart Or just the ringing in my ears As I float here in the dark It hasn’t rained since you left me here That’s how I’ll measure time Dry eyes, dry skies, nothing clear Waiting for a drop; waiting for a sign The reaper swung his scythe The night you said goodbye I can't recall the last time it rained It's been weeks since summer came It hasn’t rained since you left me here That’s how I’ll measure time Dry eyes, dry skies, nothing clear Waiting for a drop; waiting for a sign (Waiting for a drop) (Waiting for a sign) (Waiting for a drop) (Waiting for a sign)
