And now in the dead of night,
Closing our eyes is useless,
For when our eyelids go down,
The sun shines behind them,
Blinding our minds.

When the sun shines everyday,
And the trees are glorious greens,
When the flowers are blooming,
And the birds sing every morning,

You know a thunderstorm is gonna hit.

My night ends late
And my morning starts late

*Nocturnal late bloomer

Who will hug your brother,
Who will walk the dog,
Who will help your mother,
And talk all night long,

Who will your best friend call,
When she's feeling down,
Who will be there for them,
If you let yoursef drown.

The clouds let loose their rains,
They release the tear drops,
That have become them once again,
But they shall return one day.