Now you can sell your soul

But you can't buy it back


I've spent my whole life


Working to give you everything you lack




Now I wish you were here so we could walk and talk


In the soft rain, in the soft rain

Now all that's left of us


Is a picture sitting in a frame




I would gladly trade


All of my sympathy for sorrow


If I could have you, if I could have you

Here with me tomorrow





I wish you were here so we could walk and talk

In the soft rain, in the soft rain


All that's left of us


Is a picture sitting in a frame, a picture in a frame




Everything I wish for is everything I see


I remember when your kisses were for me




So many wasted days


The past is so hard to get out from under

So many words that I wish I could say


The future rattles my bones weak, weak like thunder




And I wish you were here so we could walk and talk


In the soft rain, soft rain, soft rain


And all that's left of us

Is a picture, a picture in a frame





Everything I wish for is everything I see

And I remember when your kisses were for me


Everything I wish for, everything I see


I remember when your kisses, your kisses were for me, were for me