rain on the pretty ones

rain on the pretty ones

I’m the hunter who’s killed by his dog
I’m the statue burnt down into lead
I’m the problem you don’t want to solve
I’m the lover who dies in his bed

So rain on the pretty ones
Your useless lives don’t speak to us
Rain on the pretty ones
You leave no footprints in the dust
Adventurous you used to be
But now you seem so dead to me

I’m the doctor with a needle in his arm
I’m the cartoon that makes you feel sad
I’m the secret that everyone has
I’m the cancer that never turns black

So rain on the pretty ones
Your useless lives don’t speak to us
Rain on the pretty ones
You leave no footprints in the dust
Adventurous you used to be
But now you seem so dead to me

I’m the actor who’s scared to perform
I’m the sunshine that hides in the clouds
I’m the father that couldn’t be found
I’m the cuckoo that never flew south
I’m the Christian that cannot forgive
I’m the dreamer who jumps off the bridge
I’m the sinner who hates how he lives
I’m the liar who gets what he gives


rain on the pretty ones – ed harcourt


oshkosh, wisconsin
early april