So cold the rain says to me
A thousand little beads
Beating down upon me
Did you hear?
The sounds of the sky coming down
Even you must have

The flowers know your secrets
Wind whispers to it's friends
Telling stories of deceit and thousand year tales
Here they come, there they go
The golden times
The golden times
Here they come, the pressure game
Look up, Athena
Sing unto many your story