Valery Gore - Pouring again

Its pouring again Like the day I came here Pouring like your smile down onto acres Of my mind Its pouring, sore sam smelling like the Bottom of a rain barrel Sewer smelling like the gray of his hair As I climb out of this city Peel it off me, a thick layer Of dirty skin I will hold you and forget This business of failure This business of regret Living in a district with all night bowling where theres Lawn chairs to lounge in Thinking ealry morning about how dirty theworld is Its pouring again My dress a dirty soggy mess This is what I live for