In the middle of her confession. He comes over and pulls her hair. I wake up, she is crying. I guess he was here again. . Evie's tears are never gonna dry.
In the middle of Evie's garden. Was a rock she could never move. Worn away by a faithful handtill. No one knows the date. Chorus:. Bring back the rain.
In the middle of her confession. He comes over and holds her hand. I wake up, she is crying. I guess he was here again. . Evie's tears are never gonna dry.
In the middle of Evie's garden. Was a rock she could never move. Worn away by a faithful hand till. No one knows the date. . Bring back the rain. We'll go walking.