Trail through the wilderness,
driest season known to us
Think about you all the time,
think about you all the time
Trailed through the sin fulness,
dry season known to us
Dreamed I saw it all come down,
dreamed I saw my pleasure raining down
Salty lips to taste, skin to touch,
nothing matters very much
In your arms it's a raining pleasure,
I believe it's raining pleasure
Too little cash, too much time to kill,
buried alive in a shack on the side of a hill
Hasn't rained for 15 years,
hasn't rained for 15 years
Been 3 weeks, I can 't get through,
phone is dead, baby is that you?
Been 3 weeks, I can't get through, phone is dead,
baby is that you?
Baby is that you?
Baby, is that you?
Salty lips to taste, skin to touch
Nothing matters very much
In your arms it's a raining pleasure
I believe it's raining pleasure
I believe it's raining pleasure
I believe it's raining pleasure I believe it's raining pleasure
you