Irma Thomas

You say you?re unhappy
It?s time for you to leave
I can feel it in your fingers
In the very way that you breathe
You wanna be fair
Well, love never is
But darlin? don?t despair
'Cause I know I?m ready for this
Oh my, my, my, my, my
My, my, my, my, my, my
Here it comes, here it comes
Here it comes
No place to run, nowhere to hide
From this cold rain inside
Here it comes, here it comes
Washing down
Deep and dark, hard and wide
This cold rain, cold rain inside