Rain 3AM Peter Hammill

[Verse 1]
Spitting drops of rain flow down
And touch my cheek
Intermingling with my tears
As I silently weep
Then the fatality of life
Presses close and probes in my eyes...
And I'm cold and hungry tonight

[Verse 2]
These great black walls of brickwork
Bow low and oppress my mind
Like the words of people
I thought I'd left far behind
The presence of the words and walls
Is too close and it's far too clear
As the rain keeps washing through my tears
As the rain just washes through my tears

[Flute Solo]

[Verse 3]
A drunk looks out at me and he quickly turns away;
He's hiding deep inside himself
All the ritual of this strange play
There's no-one else upon the street
Just this dying old drunk and me
And the cat that's hiding in the tree
And the cat that's hiding in the tree