Transcribed by Craig Coventry (craigcov61@hotmail.com) 17 November 2001 Raining Pleasure by The Triffids Verses: Am C Am C Am Refrain: F C Am D Am G Am Trail through the wilderness Dryest season known to us Think about you all the time Think about you all the time Trail through the sinfulness Dryest season known to us Dreamed I saw it all come down Dreamed I saw my pleasure raining down Refrain: Salty lips to taste skin to touch Nothing matters very much In your arms its a raining pleasure I believe its raining pleasureer Too little cash too much time to kill Buried alive in a shack on the side of a hill Hasn't rained for fifteen years Hasn't rained for fifteen years Been three weeks I can't get through Phone is dead. Baby is that you? Been three weeks I can't get through Phone is dead. Baby is that you? Baby is that you? Refrain: Salty lips to taste skin to touch Nothing matters very much In your arms its a raining pleasure I believe its raining pleasure
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