Sometimes (Lester Piggott)

There's a storm outside,
And the gap between crack and thunder, crack and thunder
Is closing in, is closing in.
The rain floods gutters, and makes a great sound on concrete.
On a flat roof, there's a boy leaning against the wall of rain,
Aerial held high,
Calling, "Come on thunder, come on thunder."

Sometimes, when I look deep in your eyes, I swear I can see your soul.
Sometimes, when I look deep in your eyes, I swear I can see your soul.

It's a monsoon, and the rain lifts lids off cars,
Spinning buses like toys, stripping them to chrome.
Across the bay, the waves are turning into something else,
Picking up fishing boats and spewing them on the shore.
The boy is hit, lit up against the sky,
Like a sign, like a neon sign.
And he crumples, drops into the gutter, cut strings, legs twitching.
The flood swells his clothes and delivers him on, delivers him on.

Sometimes, when I look deep in your eyes, I swear I can see your soul.
Sometimes, when I look deep in your eyes, I swear I can see your soul.

There's four new colors in the rainbow.
An old man's taking Polaroids,
But all he captures is endless rain, endless rain, endless rain.
He says, "Listen," takes my head, and puts my ear to his,
And I swear I can hear the sea.

Sometimes, I can reach your soul.
(Sometimes, when I look in your eyes, I can see your soul.)
Sometimes, I can touch your soul.
(Sometimes, when I look in your eyes, I can see your soul.)
Sometimes, I can hear your soul.
(Sometimes, when I look in your eyes, I can see your soul.)
Sometimes.
(Sometimes, when I look in your eyes, I can see your soul.)