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Outside is a storm, |
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inside is nothing |
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Just me and my head |
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on a pillow with no stuffing |
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Trying to sleep, |
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trying to rest |
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Trying to forget |
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about this hole in my chest |
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But the thunder groans and the rain it hollers |
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And the hole gets bigger and I get smaller |
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And the hole gets bigger and starts to grow teeth |
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And I start to give up on the idea of sleep |
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And so I ask again, were you crying or was it just the rain |
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The rain that rains in my bucket |
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The rain that rains in my heart |
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The rain that rained and kept on raining |
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The rain that rained from the start |
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Outside it's raging, |
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inside it is too |
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It beats on the door |
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but I won't let it through |
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My hands are full, |
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my hands are tied |
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My body it shakes |
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when I think how hard I tried |
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But the rain it crushes and mangles the tin |
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And the rain's still trying to find a way in |
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And up from the hole in my chest comes a head |
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And I can't begin to repeat what it said |
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And so I ask again, were you crying or was it just the rain |
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The rain that rains in my bucket |
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The rain that rains in my heart |
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The rain that rained and kept on raining |
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The rain that rained from the start |
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The rain that pours down like lemonade |
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That starts off sweet and ends up flat |
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The rain that rains on my parade |
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The rain that keeps coming back |
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The rain comes down, it doesn't stop |
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The bucket is nearly filled to the top |
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The drips drop in in single file |
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And I even start to forget for a while |
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And the head falls back and the teeth start to grin |
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As the hole closes up and stretches my skin |
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I go to the window |
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I look out the pane |
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I don't see your tears |
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Only the rain |
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The rain that rains in my bucket |
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The rain that rains in my heart |
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The rain that rained and kept on raining |
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The rain that rained from the start |
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(repeat) |
