Little Thing
West Point
02.01.97
David and Tim
Stella Chiang  be26321@binghamton.edu


[in a conversational singing voice]

Eee...yeah
It's a melancholy day for me
When it's beautiful outside
With the sun up in the air
(It) make me want to hide
And I cover up somewhere

[regular singing, falsetto at times]

Rain on...aww
And then the rain comes
To wash away your blood through the sand
Where you now lay
Only ???
Your hand is reached
Never to the sky
And it trickles down your arms
It's now very warm
See I? Seeing eye? ??
It's enough you're gone
And a note reads that I'm the one
And rain...

Rain on me
Well, I'll leave you there, leave you there
Rain on my head
I could let it go ?
Hopefully you'll wash away the stains
Of you
Of you...

[you right into yes]

Yes, I do dream a nightmare of you
Standing coldly down, kissing me
Eyes as blank as the stones in your face
You dream...oh, and dream
Oh, won't you rain away
Wash her, wash her

Rain on my head
Won't you wash this girl away and through ? you ?
Rain on my head
You and me? mean? read? breathe?
But no longer trapped inside this ?

[wailing]

Read? Breathe?
Don't you see I see you no more in my dream
No more in my dream...
Oh, disappear
Oh, disa...away...
Rain on...rain on...

Rain on my head
Wash this girl, that girl from me

[wailing]

Please...
I'm poisoned by the memory of you
Rain? Wait?