A drizzle on the rooftop
A splatter on the floor
A cold feeling of nostalgia
Makes its way once more

As the rain begins to fall
And the silence takes a toll
You begin to wonder
If you’re truly sure

Sure of the path you chose
Sure of the doors you closed
Sure of the things you did
Sure of the things you said

Like the rain to the earth
You’re scattered all around
To nowhere, and everywhere
Just waiting to be found