(André Popp/Gilbert Sinoué)



You walk away and I can hear you close your door,

we've been through this at least a hundred times or more,

but I can hardly bear the way you leave me now,

it's just as if the dream you had has gone somehow.

I hear you play your records and I see your face,

you look as if your mind was in some other place,

and through your door I hear you as the teardrops start,

and through your door the music comes that breaks my heart.



Don't play that song again the one about the rain,

don't play that song again it's driving me insane,

don't play that song, where love goes wrong,

and life gets cold, as they grow old,

don't play that song again the one about the rain,

don't play that song again it's driving me insane.



I hold you in my arms and it's so good again,

I'd turn back all the pages if I could again,

I look into the mirror of my life and see,

there's no one in my life at all not even me.



Don't play that song again the one about the rain,

don't play that song again it's driving me insane,

don't play that song, where love goes wrong,

and life gets cold, as they grow old,

don't play that song again the one about the rain,

don't play that song again it's driving me insane.

don't play that song, where love goes wrong,

and life gets cold, as they grow old,

don't play that song again the one about the rain,

don't play that song again it's driving me insane.