Silvanus Slaughter

Lyrics

All those photographs
lay scattered on my bedroom floor
and your clothes
lay folded beside my closet door

and the phone rings
and another false hope is all it brings
and the rain pours from my heart.

Naples in Spring:
I'm high on my dream of loving...
Youth expecting:
Youth wild and full of wanting

someone to hold close
and anchor me
Write my little love poem
on Eternity.

I see you've consigned
all of my sentiments
to what's now behind you
on your bright road to fame

and the phone rings
and another false hope is all it brings
and the rain pours from my heart.

Who is to blame?
Maybe no one, my dearest..
My heart is insane
it wants someone to hold nearest

and the phone rings
and I wanna be done with this suffering
and the rain pours from my heart.
Oh, the rain pours from my heart.
Yes, the rain pours from my heart.
Oh, the rain pours from my heart.