Think about you all the time
Am
Think about you all the time
Am
Trail through the sinfulness
Dryest season known to us
C
Dreamed I saw it all come down
Am
Dreamed I saw my pleasure raining down
REFRAIN:
F
C
Salty lips to taste, skin to touch
Am
D
Nothing Matters very much
Am
In your arms it's a raining pleasure
G
Am
I believe it's raining pleasure
Am
Too little cash, too much time to kill
Buried alive in a shack on the side of a hill
C
Hasn't rained for fifteen years
Am
Hasn't rained for fifteen years
Am
Been three weeks I can't get through
Phone is dead, baby is that you
C
Been three weeks I can't get through
Am
Phone is dead, baby is that you.....baby is that you?