More - The Sundays

Burning questions

We are told they’ve gone out

Time you learned your lesson

We all know that

Tell me boys are you out there?

The flesh is weak & the mind slow

By now, you could say there’s a problem

And it rained down on me

And it seemed to get into me

It poured down over me

I’m wet through

But I still want more

Peace, love now what?

Don’t go telling me you’ve had them

O delighted, we all know

We won’t be alive any more and

By now you could say there’s a problem

And it rained down on me

And it seemed to get into me

I’m soaked to my skin

I’m wet through

I really ought to be in

Will you let me have a sign?

And somebody ought to reply