e é isto: 
muitas vezes, naquela demanda insana em busca do nocturno mais-que-perfeito, 
regresso a velhas canções de thomas alan waits. 



The Ice Man's mule is parked

Outside the bar

Where a man with missing fingers

Plays a strange guitar

And the German dwarf

Dances with the butcher's son

And a little rain never hurt no-one

And a little rain never hurt no-one

They're dancing on the roof

And the ceiling's coming down

I sleep with my shovel and my leather gloves

A little trouble makes it worth the going

And a little rain never hurt no-one

The world is round

And so I'll go around

You must risk something that matters

My hands are strong

I'll take any man here

If it's worth the going

It's worth the ride

She was 15 years old

And never seen the ocean

She climbed into a van

With a vagabond

And the last thing she said

Was "I love you mom"

And a little rain

Never hurt no-one

And a little rain

Never hurt no-one