Intro: Rain on the brain Now there's flowers in your window She oh she's so strange I dont know anything about her If its all the same to you Here's what im gonna do I'm gonna write a song Gonna sing it to everyone Then I'll sing it to you 'Cos it was you that wrote it too This could be the last train Search, within yourself, the feelings, everybody's got them You left me on the shelf And now there no one to rely on If its all the same to you Here's what im gonna do I'm gonna buy a gun Gonna shoot everything, everyone And them ill come for you Cos it was you that drove me to... This could be the last train Bridge: Window, with a room In her hair and on her jacket There's a picture in white of Che Guevara As he sits beneath the tree, that's not important Well maybe he looked a bit like me If you took all the little feelings in your heart And took all those little feelings all apart Oh now what's the point in doing all of that?