Letras:
Roman Rain My Way

palms I would be the rose Newborn and fresh You would be the snow Freezing my flesh My Way Differs From Yours It lays in other universe My Way Differs

up from the dead to bitch slap ya I lay in my bed, shoot Roman Candles at the ceiling I like the fire that rains, and I can't explain the feeling

mousouu-atsumare! genmetsu-to-urei-no-RAIN! tada, itsumo ore furare-IN MY ROOM! NO-MAKE, furo-eh! kibun-wa STAR-LAME! yukata-fuurin'-DARLING! ima-ROMAN

Dear friend of my mine Weather's fine Today, I saw some ruins Of the Roman world's decline And I climbed all those Spanish steps You've heard of them

shadows fall and all the rushing traffic stills) I wish you were here (and the bells are ringing on the seven hills) I make my way to a small cafe I

fitting I'm miles ahead and they chase me Show yer face on TV, then we'll see You're can't do half, my crew laughs at yer rhubarb and custard verses Yer rain

, can you feel? Nothing can save you, you question the rain You get rushed in and chained up fists raised but I must be insane Cause I can't figure a single goddamn way

mellow I love your Roman nose, the way you curl your toes baby Make me feel so mellow It's the same old feeling I get when you're stealing Back into my

rose, caroline, caroline, caroline, oh! but retains the remnants of what once was a nose, pass me my robe, fill my bath up with water Right voice (reed