Raining Pleasure -

Trail through the wilderness

Dryest season known to us

Think about you all the time

Trail through the wilderness

Dryest season known to us

Dreamed I saw it all come down

Dreamed I saw my pleasure raining down

Salty lips to taste

Skin to touch

Nothings matters very much

In your arms it’s a raining pleasure

I believe it’s raining pleasure

Too little cash to much time to kill

Buried alive in a shack on the side of a hill

Hasn’t raine for fifteen years

Been three weeks I can’t get through

Phone is dead Baby is that you?