SHE BRINGS THE RAIN L Y R I C S       1. She Brings The Rain   2. Strange Bird                       SHE BRINGS THE RAIN (Rick Reil) ©1993 The Grip Weeds Her head is in the clouds now; you think you walk the pave but don't you turn away; you'll soon be in a pouring rage  She brings the rain, she brings the rain; she brings the laughter and the pain She brings the rain, she brings the rain; you have yourself to blame the memory of her face will wash away  Her hair is golden sunlight; her voice a gentle breeze but don't you be at ease; 'cause soon she'll have you on your knees  She brings the rain, she brings the rain; she brings the laughter and the pain She brings the rain, she brings the rain; you have yourself to blame the memory of her face will wash away  First you see her face in your reflection now you find it washed up on the sand  SOLO  A thunderstorm is brewing behind her rainy eyes but don't you realize; you better run and cut the ties  She brings the rain, she brings the rain; she brings the laughter and the pain She brings the rain, she brings the rain; you have yourself to blame the memory of her face will wash away          STRANGE BIRD (Rick Reil) © 1993 The Grip Weeds Is she shy or indifferent I can't really say want to break her resistance, will she turn me away They don’t understand her, they won’t even try she knows what they’re saying but you won’t see her cry  A silent observer in a world that's so unkind she's a real strange bird - in her mind  Her unbroken stare seems forever to linger she plays with her hair with a nervous finger How can it be though it sounds absurd she talks to me without saying a word  A silent observer in a world that's so unkind she's a real strange bird - in her mind  Something about this girl attracts me to her little world though I try to get inside it seems she’s got something to hide  Is she shy or indifferent I can't really say want to break her resistance, will she turn me away They don’t understand her, they won’t even try she knows what they’re saying but you won’t see her cry  A silent observer in a world that's so unkind she's a real strange bird - in her mind