The heavens cry in a race with time Each second passed, a moment sublime...
The heavens cry in a race with time
Each second passed, a moment sublime
The young grow old and the old grow tired
Raindrops fall to claim an empire
The land naïve, innocent and fresh
As raindrops lightly pound my chest
Yet still I can see the thing that counts
My heart loves, with every ounce
And even though the harsh rains remain
I catch a glimpse of tarnished stains
A love that tortures, it is surreal
This is my rain, how its drops feel
So whisk me still, and whisk me away
Let raindrops fall, another day.