Heâs a gentle killerWho dreams of fameSings like sorrowAnd guides me awayHe tempts me with whiskeyAnd draws himself nearAnd late in the nightItâs the one thing i hearAt sunset we swallowAnother one downWatching the little dogsChasing aroundCatching the dropletsOf rain in their mouthsThat fall from the leavesBetween us and the cloudsWe know we were bornFor this darkening nightAnd something we used to knowSays itâs alrightCatching the dropletsOf rain in our mouthsThat fall from the leavesBetween us and the clouds