Playing House

Long night, big fight, ending up in smiles
But was it worth the while?
Sunny day, takes her pain away, opens up her eyes
Inside her knots untie
Until it turns to rain again
Turns to rain again
Turns to rain again
Turns to rain again
As he sleeps quietly she weeps, staring at the moon
And then she turns and studies the room
All their things, how it stings, to see how well they fit
Like a happy home, but just a parody of it
And then it turns to rain again
Turns to rain again
Turns to rain again
Turns to rain again
She was never one of those girls playing house
She’d always been the rock star or the private eye
So how did she ever get into this game?
He comes home, probably stoned, and players place your bets
It might be fine, their limbs entwined, and gentle eyes, and smiling sighs
If she can just keep herself from getting wet
Rain again
Turns to rain again
Rain again
Turns to rain again