Monday came
And she was gone
Who could blame
Her for leaving
Tuesday night
I drank to the past
There's only seven types of rain in Belfast
Wednesday morning
I woke up slow
There was no reason
To put my boots on
Thursday my heart
It broke in half
There's only seven types of rain in Belfast
Friday my love
Came back home
Cnd said that she
Was sorry for leaving
But that our time
Together had passed
There's only seven types of rain in Belfast
Saturday
She packed her bags
Cnd disappeared, without a whisper
Sunday I saw
That old forecast
It said there's only seven types of rain
There's only seven types of rain
There's only seven types of rain
There's only seven types of rain
There's only seven types of rain
There's only seven types of rain
There's only seven types of rain