All The Rain - Charlotte Gainsbourg

If God don’t make mistakes

Pulling the weeds from the ground

As they’re growing up

And over the streets of the city

And I can’t play it straight

Cause I don’t know if it matters

You try to stay calm

As they break your head all is silent

All the rain coming down

Little iron will

Pushing against the world

What you hope to gain

Is the same as what you’re losing

Like a parasite

Living off somebody’s life

All you take from someone else

Give yourself away