Thinking about the rain from in between my bedsheets
Ideas of the world start to join in in dead heaps
But all that I need
Is the peace that it brings
Not the worry it brought
With a head full of thought
Oh the rain is a pain when it doesn't clean your brain
From dirt stained ideas that could clog up your drain
Thinking about rain as it pours from the sky
And drowns me in bed while my bedsheets are dry