umbrella city

eighteen hours of rain; did you see it?
we dont belong in an umbrella city
it's hard to make sense of fidelity
where monks talk business on the streets

cos i dont want to have to fight this
maybe we could throw it over the flame
the fire burns everything

eighteen hours of pain; did you feel it?
we dont belong in a wombed society
it's hard to say who will win the game
where women are doing the chasing

cos i dont want to have to fight this
maybe we could throw it over the flame
the fire burns everything

eighteen months of amnesia; you didn't know it
we dont belong in an elephant factory
it's hard to remember who drowned me
where most of the time i'm doing the killing

cos i dont want to have to fight this
maybe we could throw it over the flame
the fire burns everything

but it doesn't put out the rain