Juliana Sparks: Music

• MP3 short clip, hi-fi play (broadband)

Rain

Every single sentence ends with a sigh
Every song I try to write becomes a sordid lullaby
Every tie we cut always seems so clean
Hardly speaking never saying what we mean

And this picture of you keeps on turning round
And this rain in my head
Keeps on falling, falling down

Every clever cryptic turn of phrase
Reminds me of the damage as I sleepwalk through the haze
I’m so tired I’m in bed by afternoon
I’m still terrified of waking up too soon

And this picture of you keeps on turning round
And this rain in my head
Keeps on falling, falling down

Every time I turn another page
Every door I open
Another version of the same
I’m on fire and I don’t know who to call
I don’t know if I know anything at all

And this picture of you keeps on turning round
And this rain in my head
Keeps on falling, falling, falling, falling
Falling falling down