The Rain Has Got To Fall

Jens Martin Lekman, call in sick today

You caught a shade of your old face

In the mirror on the wall

With eyes black as charcoal

Face as white as salt

It's not your fault; she could have called

But now the rain has got to fall

But there's work to do (you can do it later)

I feel so cold (well, crawl up to the radiator)

I just don't have the time to sit and wait for our

Love to die like the complete death of a star

Or to separate your name from mine

Jens Martin Lekman, make that simple call

You saw two skeletons dance contrivance in a painting in the hall

At work you're just some oddball

You know they're laughing behind your back

And those old cubicals make you cynical

Plus the rain has got to fall

But there's work to do (yeah, that work is grieving)

I believe you now (no, you're not believing)

But in my family we don't speak of these things

And deep inside the shit would turn to diamond rings

But the show ain't over 'til the fat lady sings

The rain has got to fall

Oh, the rain has got to fall