Again: No good reason, beyond my sheer love of the song. Sometimes Billy is an angry prophet – sometimes he’s just a man in love.
It’s bad timing and me
We find a lot of things out this way
And there’s you
A little black cloud in a dress
The temptation
To take the precious things we have apart
To see how they work
Must be resisted for they never fit together again
If this is rain let it fall on me and drown me
If these are tears let them fall
Hearing these words, I remember this feeling so sharply it hurts all over again (clip after the jump).
full lyrics; What is Fridays with Billy?
