It's the synthetic extraction of the main ideal
That hurts the love that would appeal
What I know to be the way
It's the finger on the pause
Of some unspoken extraction clause
That thunder clouds away the day
It's the sale of nothing thought as real
The loss of all that has want of zeal
That burns within the anger of the rain
It's not the natural word of thought
But more of what the cost has bought
Just the taste of acid rain
It burns upon the touch of skin
More poison that's absorbed with in
That just causes that much more pain
It's the loss of innocent thought of clarity
In the make believe of share with me
So there's no lesson on the gain
It all just gets lost in thought
By the touch of synthetic rain
As though a polymer of love will do
The natural beauty of then love lost to
Just a carbon of the game
And Al is right on the loss you know
If natural is lost then were will you go
To find what was you used to know
That snow is white and not the black of show
From what was there and couldn't go
Back into the form of beauty
Of love in a natural rain
That kiss of clean that could see you through
Of the innocent sprinkles of all you'd do
That could dry when the sunshine came
But now it's just a poison bought
From the deed of what was after sought
For the extraction of what was a natural thought
The carbon foot print of all the game would have remain
The implosion of all love that would never feel the same
For a kiss and tell cry goodbye
Yet no tears have ever left the eye
Only the anger of one more goodbye
Now a product of the game
Coz love can't be sold as an after though
For a good time feel that was never bought
Now just an extraction of the poison caught
A touched again taste of all that would remain
By love that grows only from the acid rain