cymry | yet another example of winamp being psychic

I flagged a taxi long before you woke
The sun had not yet risen
Morning not yet broke
It looks like rain
It looks like rain

A little starling swept about my sleepy head
He plucked a single hair and took off
Laughing madly as he fled
The driver drinking brandy
Said: "Here is to the day"
It looks like rain
It looks like rain

And every breath I ever took
Every tear I ever wept
Every star I wished upon seemed nothing until now
Every prayer I ever said seemed strangely answered now
Could it be I'm in love
Could it be I'm in love

I made the driver park the car beside the sea
I gazed upon the fading dark
And slowly buckled at the knees
The driver, drinking gladly
Said: "Here is to the day"
It looks like rain
It looks like rain