How nice it would be to tell you that it's only a story
That the things that happen out there go on far away
How nice it would be to fool you, smothering you with kisses
But now my arms are just other arms that are scared
How nice it would be to tell you that it's only a game
And spare you the lack of light that winter causes
To help you climb to the moon even though I know that I shouldn't
Down here I sit waiting for you in case your flight goes wrong
That even the bad ones are good
That there'll be summer in January
And the last rain is this one that wets your skin
And that they don't paint your dream black when it gets dark
How nice it would be to tell you that there's no mystery here
That life is a joke and that you don't have to take it seriously
How nice it'd be if it were real even if it's only a verse
And that it wouldn't be necessary to invent this stupid tale
That even the bad ones are good
That there'll be summer in January
And the last rain is this one that wets your skin
And that they don't paint your dream black when it gets dark
That even the bad ones are good
That there'll be summer in January
And the last rain is this one that wets your skin
And that they don't paint your dream black when it gets dark
That even the bad ones are good
That there'll be summer in January
And the last rain is this one that wets your skin
How nice it would be to tell you that it's only a story