So sing to me as I wait in the rain.
Now I'll let the rain wash over me.
Everyone's a liar, everyone's a thief.
You stole the last ounce of hope
that I had left in me.
So sing me your songs of how you've never been in love.
Now tie the mic chord around your neck.
In hopes that you'll never sing again.
Her loveless eyes are staring into mine
The word she speaks they stab like sharpened knives.
Drink up, drink up. I've got something romantic planned
the table's set and the guns in place,
this is a friendly song of russian roulette.
(Your words,)
So sing to me,
(o' how they hurt.)
your song of deceit.
First sing,
then feel,
then care,
now love.
The rain is stinging you keep on singing.
I'll let the rain wash over me.