• 1,2,3 rain drops
    count them as they slip down my hot cheek
    the clouds cry with me

    i stand in the rain alone
    i have no chioce
    theres no other way

    step by step
    i search for cover from this storm
    a place to hide and call my own

    12,13,14 rain drops
    is there no end
    but i have to look forwards

    i find cover in a crowd of fimilar faces
    it may only be temperay
    but its all i have for only

    i feel the embrasses of many
    my cold and bitter heart grows warm
    and a rare sight shows itself upon my face

    its still pouring out
    although the cover that ive found
    make its easier to bare