Lyrics to Pacific Sleep Patterns

It's the end of the raining, the end of the raining,

nothing stopped but the dullness, all the dullness. All

my enemies they can see in the dark, in the dark they see

double I swear, I don't need this trouble. It's the end

of the raining, the end of the raining and your hands

fluttering on. They're moving slow like some wicked

animal.