Gutters Full of Rain David Gray

A gutter full of rain
An empty picture frame
A house out at the edges of the city
Never noticing the war
'Til it's right there at your door
And suddenly your hands are bloody

I was seeking to possess
Now another girl's caress
Is on your flesh
The bitterness is tasted
There's nobody in your chair
No hand to touch my hair
The sun, even the air seems wasted

Let it go now
Let it all slip away
And we'll start it all over again
Me like a million
Others before
Trying to make sense of the rain

Were these twenty years a dream?
Was it ever as it seemed?
Gets to wonder if it really existed
Cause the thief who stole my life
Has taken too my faith
I can see now how the world gets twisted