[Style: Lo-fi melancholic indie folk, Sparklehorse-inspired, fragile and intimate, bittersweet dark humour] [Intro: Sparse, slightly detuned guitar, faint tape hiss, distant rain against glass] [Vocal: Male, high nasal pinched tenor, cat-like and weary, elongated drooping vowels, intimate and slightly slurred] Oh-oh... oh-oh... Rain is tapping on the glass, Like it knows my name too well... Every plan I made got washed Down the gutter, down the drain... [Verse 1: Lazy, lopsided rhythm, understated vocal] Just another day of raaain... Bank holiday, the same old game... Wind is blowing last leaves down, My headache never leaves this town... I had a little plan today, A little dream of getting away... But the sky has other things in mind, And happiness is hard to find... [Verse 2: Soft bass enters, gentle loose percussion] No picnic in the park today, The grass is soaked, the sky turned grey... Storm clouds gather overhead, And settle quietly inside my head... The windows rattle, branches sway, There goes another wasted day... I watch the puddles growing deep, And wonder why I even planned to leave... [Chorus: Slightly fuller instrumentation, fragile vocal rising but never powerful] Oh, I can't take it anymooore... Rain keeps tapping at the door... Wind is howling, my head still roars, Same old storm, same old shores... Oh-oh... another day... All my little plans washed away... [Instrumental: Wobbly vintage keyboard, detuned guitar, loose shuffling beat, faint tape hiss] [Verse 3: Arrangement thins, weary almost-spoken singing] The kettle screams, the radio sighs, Grey little clouds behind my eyes... Old songs are playing out of tune, The afternoon gives way too soon... Blankets waiting on the sofa, Perhaps I'll try again when it's ooover... But the rain keeps falling, cold and slow, And there's nowhere in particular to go... [Chorus: Slightly rougher vocal, weary resignation, no dramatic climax] Oh, I can't take it anymooore... Rain keeps tapping at the door... Wind is howling, my head still roars, Same old storm, same old shores... Oh-oh... another day... All my little plans washed away... [Outro: Instruments gradually fall away, only guitar, rain and faint radio static] Blankets on the sofa, Thunder in my head... Every gust another reason I should stay in bed... Radio plays old songs, Static in the tune... Even the weatherman... He's giving up too... [Long pause] Oh-oh... Another day... Another raaain... [End: One wavering guitar note, rain against the window, faint tape hiss fading into silence]
