if i wept through the night,
i could feel alright
it could make a good song or something
i've been trying to give
myself reasons to live
but i really can't think of one thing

i drive around
i walk around in circles
cause i got no sense of direction
i guess i've got no sense at all

all the umbrellas in london couldn't stop this rain
(this rain, this rain)
and all the dope in new york couldn't kill this pain
and all the money in tokyo couldn't make me stay
all the umbrellas in london couldn't stop this rain

i dont cry anymore
i walk out of the door
and i usually keep on walking
i sit in a bar
where the cocktails are
but i really don't feel like talking

i ride around
and let the darkness fall
cause i got no sense of perfection
and nothing makes much sense at all

all the umbrellas in london couldn't stop this rain
(this rain, this rain)
and all the dope in new york couldn't kill this pain
and all the money in tokyo couldn't make me stay
all the umbrellas in london couldn't stop this rain