(Composed by Jon Foreman and Sean Watkins)
I don't remember much about that night
I'm pretty sure it rained the day I died
I think it rained
I think it rained
I'm pretty sure it rained the day I died
You and I were always closest friends
It's women that make enemies of men
A pretty face, a pretty face
a pretty face would one day do me in
Her eyes were like the winter when she goes
Cold winds only winter knows
And winter knows, winter knows
Winter's seen the wolves in womens clothes
She came to me in middle afternoon
We held each other close the whole night throgh
And love was blind
Love weant blind
I didn't see her let you in the room
Someone always wins
And then they write a book
I've seen my defence fade
The gunshot was the only word she said
Left me lying, left me lying dead
Love weant red, love weant red
She left with you, she left me lying dead
So I watched her as she put me in the dirt
She hide my walet tucked inside her skirt
And love weant blind
Love weant blind
I'm not dead if what she did don't hurt
I think it rained
I think it rained
I'm pretty sure it rained the day I died
