There is a little waiting room
On the second floor
Where he sits, the groom
Intently watching the door.

Being late for your wedding
Doesn't seem so awful now
The news that he is dreading,
But - it's time for the vows.

Rain rain go away, why did you take his bride today. Rain rain, return here not. For she is gone, now he will rot. A slow slow pain, consumes his soul. What a bad bad game, he's lost control.
Vein.
Pistol.
Train.
Condole.