A Record Year For Rainfall

I read in the paper today
It’s been a record year for rainfall
And you were leaning against
the bathroom wall
In your lonely dress
It was your only dress
I stand accussing across
I got a temper set for tender
And you were shrugging it
off like a feather
Saying «Oh, would you
look at this weather.»
But what’s the use of all of this?
Just to remember you in the entire
'Cause I’m watching it slip away
And in the annals of the Empire
Did it look this gray before the fall?
before the fall
So rake your thumbnail across
the stretch of the patina
Revealing a Proserpina
In a low recline,
in a steep decline
But what’s the use of all of this?
Just to remember you in the entire
'Cause I’m watching it slip away
And in the annals of the Empire
Did it look this gray?
Does it look so gray?
Does it always look so gray
before the fall?
before the fall