Jens Martin Lekman, call in sick today   You caught a shade of your old face   In the mirror on the wall   With eyes black as charcoal   Face as white as salt   It's not your fault; she could have called   But now the rain has got to fall   But there's work to do (You can do it later)   I feel so cold (Well crawl up to the radiator)   I just don't have the time to sit and wait for our...   love to die like the complete death of a star   Or to separate your name from mine      Jens Martin Lekman, make that simple call   You saw two skeletons dance contrivance in a painting in the hall   At work you're just some oddball   You know they're laughing behind your back   And those old cubicals make you cynical   Plus the rain has got to fall   But there's work to do (Yeah, that work is grieving)   I believe you now (No, you're not believing)   But in my family we don't speak of these things   And deep inside the shit would turn to diamond rings   But the show ain't over 'til the fat lady sings...      The rain has got to fall (x6)   Ohhh   The rain has got to fall (x9)