The cops are hanging around the house
Cars outside look like theyve got the blues
The moon dont know if its day or night
Everybodys creeping around
With plastic covers on their shoes
Youre making coffee for everyone concerned
Someone points to this
And someone points to that
Everyone is saying that you should lie down
But you aint having none of that
And I say to the sleepy summer rain
With a complete absence of pain
You might think Im crazy
But Im still in love with you
Hide your eyes and hide your tears
And hide your face, my love
Hide your ribbon and hide your bows
And hide your colored cotton gloves
Hide your trinkets and hide your treasures
And hide your neatly scissored locks
Hide your memories, hide 'em all, hide 'em all
Stuff 'em in a cardboard box
Throw 'em into the street below
Leave 'em to the wind
And the rain and the snow
For you might think Im crazy
But Im still in love with you
Call me up, baby
And I'll answer your call
Call me up but remember
I am no use to you at all
Now, youre standing at the top of the stairs
One hand on the banister, a flower in your hair
The other one resting on your hip
Without a solitary care
I fall to sleep in the summer rain
No single memory of pain
And you might think Im crazy
But Im still in love, Im still in love
Im still in love with you
Artist: Damien Rice
Artist: The Damned
Artist: Hank Williams Iii