Sitting and listening to the rain I guess that I could be your lover It's not that easy to explain You know that like no other I could suppress the feelings that I've had But what's the point of hiding? Such an endless game of coming back To the place where you have started Lover, lover I guess that I could be your Lover, for another week or two Undercover, a hopeless lover for a week or two I guess that I could be yours The images keep running through your head With a flavour of delusion You have no control over your thoughts You're scared to be alone All these tainted words of tenderness Never cease to please your mind So I can be your Lover, lover I guess that I could be your Lover, for another month or two Undercover, a hopeless lover for a week or two