The storm clouds and the rain fall
Yes you wait for it all to pass
You feel as if your life lies somewhere in the past
To hide from your shadow, you'd need to live in the dark
And what's the use in running from yourself
Alice, are you running as fast as you can to save your head
Well what's the use in painting the roses red?
You pay for a coffee and cigarette
By the platform where you for your train to France
To get away from everyone you've ever known
Because what's the use in holding on to who you were
And what's the use in all this extra complication
At all