Song parody of
Sunday Morning Rain
by Ella Stevens
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Shadows of tears on her face as she wakes for the morning
The rain replying
The cold denying
There's a duck in the marsh and the wind is quite harsh
With that grey sky
The waves are sighing
And the sky is crying
And all is normal
It's nothing special
Just some paint made runny by rain
And it's all quiet
It's almost silent
Just the still-captured drops of a young artist's pain
A palette of colors made dull by the rainwater's humming
Her brush makes first contact
Didn't know paint could crash
And a canvas could make so much sound and ruin something
Her heart flutters as she draws on the shutters
Of a white house red roof and the docks and the view
nature's painting
The trees are mourning
And the wind is wailing
And all is normal
It's nothing special
Just some paint made runny by rain
And it's all quiet
It's almost silent
Just the still-captured drops of a young artist's pain
Except that it hurts
Because I am the painter
It's not normal
It felt special
Why didn't you tell me that you had history with her
Just some song
Clear the fog
On a street dimly lit time stopped
As I lied about why and watched your heart drop
I walked away
Into tears and a haze
And the rain on the tin of the roof
Every sound reminds me of you
How you would have loved
All the ducks and the bugs
Run out into the rain
Every drop is just pain
Take a walk down memory lane
It's still me that you blame
On a Sunday morning
Sunday morning in the rain
Shadows of tears on her face as she wakes for the morning
The rain replying
The cold denying
There's a duck in the marsh and the wind is quite harsh
With that grey sky
The waves are sighing
And the sky is crying
And all is normal
It's nothing special
Just some paint made runny by rain
And it's all quiet
It's almost silent
Just the still-captured drops of a young artist's pain
A palette of colors made dull by the rainwater's humming
Her brush makes first contact
Didn't know paint could crash
And a canvas could make so much sound and ruin something
Her heart flutters as she draws on the shutters
Of a white house red roof and the docks and the view
nature's painting
The trees are mourning
And the wind is wailing
And all is normal
It's nothing special
Just some paint made runny by rain
And it's all quiet
It's almost silent
Just the still-captured drops of a young artist's pain
Except that it hurts
Because I am the painter
It's not normal
It felt special
Why didn't you tell me that you had history with her
Just some song
Clear the fog
On a street dimly lit time stopped
As I lied about why and watched your heart drop
I walked away
Into tears and a haze
And the rain on the tin of the roof
Every sound reminds me of you
How you would have loved
All the ducks and the bugs
Run out into the rain
Every drop is just pain
Take a walk down memory lane
It's still me that you blame
On a Sunday morning
Sunday morning in the rain
