I wrote you a letter and I sent it on the first of July

Now it's November and still I haven't no reply

I'll be my birthday soon, if I don't see you I'll survive

But I would be happy, if you'd let me know you're still alive



I still live on Jocelyn Square, nothing much has really changed

I still think about you, but only really when it rains

Sometimes you don't know something's open till it shuts

I loved you so much, I hated your guts



You blinded me I refused to see your doubt



It's raining now

Raining on Jocelyn Square

It's raining now

Raining on Jocelyn Square



All the memories that flower and blossom

In the pale Endymion hour

They paint a picture of you

Too good to be true

And I hate myself for wishing, missing

Your soul kissing



All the things that once whet my appetite

Now bleed me dry, bleed me dry

Chasing rainbows and fireflies

To watch them fade away before my eyes



It's raining now

Raining on Jocelyn Square

It's raining now

Raining on Jocelyn Square



His smile lit up like a halo of despair

And the worst thing that could happen

Is the answer to his prayers



It's raining now

Raining on Jocelyn Square

It's raining now

Raining on Jocelyn Square