Today there will be both thunder and rainbow in the manner you'll meet my stare The sun will try to keep its cool but we'll bothΒ blush and try to look away I will put up my umbrella so I'll float while resisting the sweet skies But still, in cloud nine there'll be gravity so I'll fall all over again and meet your eyes The butterflies will then be constant and we will blush but the gazes will stay, Then there will be both thunder and rainbow and we will hardly, we'll hardly breathe *today