Silver London Rain

(ooh-wah) Grey clouds hanging low above the street

Cold water soaking through my feet

I watch the red bus sliding on by

And catch your name in a clearing sky

Seeing your face in the glass of the pane

Everything changes but we stay the same (yeah)

And London turns to silver in the rain My

memories of you wash down the drain

But the light is breaking through

London turns to silver in the rain

Puddles on the pavement shine like glass

Watching all the busy strangers pass

They carry umbrellas of

yellow and blue

And every single one reminds me of you

And London turns to silver in the rain My

memories of you wash down the drain

But the light is breaking through

London turns to silver in the rain

Silver in the rain... (mmmmm)

And London turns to silver in the rain

My

memories of you wash down the drain

But the light is breaking through

London turns to silver in the rain