I wrote you a letter and I sent it on the first of July  Now it's November and still I haven't no reply  I'll be my birthday soon, if I don't see you I'll survive  But I would be happy, if you'd let me know you're still alive  I still live on Jocelyn Square, nothing much has really changed  I still think about you, but only really when it rains  Sometimes you don't know something's open till it shuts  I loved you so much, I hated your guts  You blinded me I refused to see your doubt  It's raining now  Raining on Jocelyn Square  It's raining now  Raining on Jocelyn Square  All the memories that flower and blossom  In the pale Endymion hour  They paint a picture of you  Too good to be true  And I hate myself for wishing, missing  Your soul kissing  All the things that once whet my appetite  Now bleed me dry, bleed me dry  Chasing rainbows and fireflies  To watch them fade away before my eyes  It's raining now  Raining on Jocelyn Square  It's raining now  Raining on Jocelyn Square  His smile lit up like a halo of despair  And the worst thing that could happen  Is the answer to his prayers  It's raining now  Raining on Jocelyn Square  It's raining now  Raining on Jocelyn Square