a sour taste, a bitter haste
begins to boil and ruminate
filling all the air i breath today.
        i wonder what is going on
        it always feels like something's wrong
        and i'm sick of everything in every way.
you call this man your friend
just to turn and stab him in the end
well maybe thats all that friends are really for.
        the circumstances may change,
        but the story's always the same
        people just aren't who they were before

and then
the Rain Comes...
        and washes it all away
it comes to cleanse my thoughts
        and save my life, every day.

and where would i be without the rain
        to clear my head, and comfort me?
and where would i be without the rain
        to wash my hands and set me free?

i sit at home every day
with nothing to do but waste away
just hoping that tomorrow won't be the same
        the pieces never fit
        but then again, i must admit
        maybe i've forgotten how to play the game
because the rules are never the same
it's like they change them every day
so how do they expect me to want to play?
        i can not bear the load
        because the mental scars alone
        are enough break my spirit every day...

but then the Rain Comes...
        and washes it all away
it comes to cleanse my thoughts
        and save my life, every day.

oh where would i be without the rain
        to clear my head, and comfort me?
oh where would i be without the rain
        to wash my hands and set me free?
      
the looking glass is clear
but what i see, i always fear
it looks like there's nothing out there for me
        the dirt is on my hands
        and it's foiled my future plans
        i need to wash it all away to be set free...
because the pain i feel is real
and its the only thing i feel
and i taste it in the air again today
        so now i'm laying in my bed
        with all these thoughts stuck in my head
     ...and i need the rain to come and wash it all away...