What is a raindrop's true dream?
What is it that make's it wanna fall?
What is it that makes its surface gleam?
What makes it wanna fly at all?
A continuation of life is all it seems.
A tale that's far from tall.
Like love that ran in a dream.
Like love we try to stall.
Standing up, can you tell me what it all means?
What those eyes full of raindrops recall?
As they collapse on your skin, what are their dreams?
As they fly down your cheek, I don't wanna see them fall.
When I speak to you, I pray those eyes gleam.
When you fly, why even go towards the dark at all?
A continuation of my life, is all you seem to be.
A tale that's far from being tall.
Like how I still love you, and you're still my dream.
Like how love makes me run toward you, and not stall.