the rain will make you whole

Come and wash away the pain, step into the blessed rain
Cool the fire in your soul, the rain will make you whole
Come and wash away the pain, step into the blessed rain
Cool the fire in your soul, the rain will make you whole
Take me dancing naked in the rain
Feel it washing over me, oh oh

Why are we so afraid to be “naked”, how we are and not how we pretend to be?

Don’t you love farce?

Just when I stopped
Opening doors
Finally knowing
The one that I wanted was yours
Making my entrance again with my usual flair

Sure of my lines
No one is there

Don’t you love farce?
My fault, I fear
I thought that you’d want what I want-
Sorry my dear
But where are the clowns?
Quick, send in the clowns
Don’t bother they’re here