It feels like it's been raining forever   I can see you right through your thin cotton dress   I said I love you, my little glacier   We watched a drag queen diva fling herself 'round a pole   But all Cupid's sharpest arrows fluttered like paper darts from his bow      I saw you hitting on that punk, calls himself poet   I watched you both in silhouette against a moonlit wall   Moving to heartbeat drums, your tongue so deep in his mouth   How could you fall for his jive, all that Jay Gatsby stuff?   And the moon preened like some gigolo at the frayed edges of a cloud      "God's just a junkie hooked on blind creation,"   Was the last thing he said as you unzipped his fly   Now heartbreak hides in the dark between lampposts    And love's dead but her shroud still fits real tight 'round the arse   I've called you a hundred times today   You must be screening all your calls      Just when the downpour started    We ran down the garden to the ferns   Even though we knew it's where the tomcats go   For weeks we'd been waiting for rain   He wanted it to be raining   Twice I dragged his head down to my breast   Not for the pleasure, but to stop his mouth   I was afraid he'd say something cruel   I could see a patch of sky through the ferns   A pale color, the same color as his body   The wind was blowing through the stones in the wall by my head   It played notes through the stones and my mind started to wander   'Til I wasn't really there, so I missed any pain   And if there was any magic, I must've missed that too