Thank god, it's raining, I like the sound of it.
It's raining in my mind and in my soul,
There is nothing I can do to make it stop
I guess I'll just accept the fact, it will keep raining.

I can hide all my fears and tears, my loneliness
and all things I ever messed up in life. I cannot
even hear myself thinking with this rain, little drops
not dripping like leaves fall, but with impact, like bombs.

All of a sudden there is something at my window.
4 o' clock at night, sleeping difficulties keep me from
my dreams, dreams my conscience told me
I'll never understand.

When I take a look outside I notice something,
searching right next to the big difference, not finding
the actual one. It may have stopped raining here, but
somewhere else it still is. It's always raining somewhere.