I spent hours just counting
All the freckles on your skin
And I drew myself a map
Of your edges and your depths

And the rain came again…

Acid rain poured down on our heads back then
When I told you I wished
You were my man
You were my man

And I told you all ‚bout me
Like ‚bout Christmas ’93
When I truly did believe
That they’ve buried Santa in our backyard
And you were making fun
Of all the things I’d done
Then you poured me my first gin
And I kissed you
– by mistake –
On the chin

Acid rain pours down on my head again
And I wish that you were
You were my man
You were my man

And the rain comes again…
Now I see you waiting at the traffic lights
I lower my head and I’m just passing you by,
Passing you by
Bye, my love, bye.