The cops are hanging around the house   The cars outside look like they’ve got the blues   The moon don’t know if it’s day or night   Everybody’s creeping around with plastic covers on their shoes   You’re making coffee for everyone concerned   Someone points to this and someone points to that   Everyone is saying that you should lie down   But you ain’t having none of that   And I say to the sleepy summer rain   With a complete absence of pain   You might think I’m crazy   But I’m still in love with you      Hide your eyes, hide your tears,   Hide your face, my love   Hide your ribbons, hide your bows   Hide your coloured cotton gloves   Hide your trinkets, hide your treasures   Hide your neatly scissored locks   Hide your memories, hide them all   Stuff them in a cardboard box   Or throw them into the street below   Leave them to the wind and the rain and the snow   For you might think I’m crazy   But I’m still in love with you      Call me up, baby, and I will answer your call   Call me up but remember I am no use to you at all      Now, you’re standing at the top of the stairs   One hand on the banister, a flower in your hair   The other one resting on your hip   Without a solitary care   I fall to sleep in the summer rain   With no single memory of pain   And you might think I’m crazy   But I’m still in love with you