She says it's cold outside
And she hands me my raincoat
She's always worried about things like that

She says it's all gonna end
And it might as well be my fault
And she only sleeps when it's raining
And she screams and her voice is straining

She says, baby
It's 3 a.m.
I must be lonely
When she says baby
Well I can't help
But be scared of it all sometimes
Says the rain's gonna wash away
I believe it

She's got a little bit of something
God it's better than nothing
And in her color portrait world
She believes that she's got it all

She swears the moon
Don't hang quite as high as it used to
And she only sleep when it's raining
And she screams and her is straining

She believes that life
Is made up of all that you're used to
And the clock on the wall
Has been stuck at 3 for days and days
She thinks that happiness
Is a mat that sits on her doorway
But outside it's stopped raining