There's summer rain dripping on my pane
I wish that we were outside
Instead of here lying in the fear
Waiting for the high tide
Joab, Joab, Joab, Joab
Crack a smile
It won't ruin your style
You can pretend you're dreaming
I'll only breathe when it's time to leave
If it will stop me screaming
Joab, Joab, Joab, Joab
When you want to talk about it I'm here
When you want to talk about it I'm here
There's summer rain dripping on my pane
I wish that we were outside
Instead of here lying in the fear
Waiting for the high tide
Joab, Joab, Joab, Joab
When you want to talk about it I'm here
When you want to talk about it I'm here
