A Record Year For Rainfall - The Decemberists

I read in the paper today

It’s been a record year for rainfall

And you were leaning against

the bathroom wall

In your lonely dress

It was your only dress

I stand accussing across

I got a temper set for tender

And you were shrugging it

off like a feather

Saying «Oh, would you

look at this weather.»

But what’s the use of all of this?

Just to remember you in the entire

'Cause I’m watching it slip away

And in the annals of the Empire

Did it look this gray before the fall?

before the fall

So rake your thumbnail across

the stretch of the patina

Revealing a Proserpina

In a low recline,

in a steep decline

But what’s the use of all of this?

Just to remember you in the entire

'Cause I’m watching it slip away

And in the annals of the Empire

Did it look this gray?

Does it look so gray?

Does it always look so gray

before the fall?

before the fall