The cops are hanging around the house. The cars outside look like theyâ€™ve got the blues. The moon donâ€™t know if itâ€™s day or night. Everybodyâ€™s creeping around with plastic covers on their shoes. Youâ€™re making coffee for everyone concerned. Someone points to this and someone points to that. Everyone is saying that you should lie down. But you ainâ€™t having none of that. And I say to the sleepy summer rain. With a complete absence of pain. You might think Iâ€™m crazy. But Iâ€™m still in love with you. Hide your eyes hide your tears. Hide your face my love. Hide your ribbons hide your bows. Hide your coloured cotton gloves. Hide your trinkets hide your treasures. Hide your neatly scissored locks. Hide your memories hide them all. Stuff them in a cardboard box. Or throw them into the street below. Leave them to the wind and the rain and the snow. For you might think Iâ€™m crazy. But Iâ€™m still in love with you. Call me up baby and I will answer your call. Call me up but remember I am no use to you at all. Now youâ€™re standing at the top of the stairs. One hand on the banister a flower in your hair. The other one resting on your hip. Without a solitary care. I fall to sleep in the summer rain. With no single memory of pain. And you might think Iâ€™m crazy. But Iâ€™m still in love with you.