| And I want my pain back
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| And I want the world to see
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| There’s nothing you can choose
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| Nothing you can lose
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| Except your free will to be
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| Better off as a stable boy
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| You’re better off as a picture on the wall
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| You’re better off believing
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| You’re a ghost
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| Than believing you can think at all
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| This may sound confused
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| But it feels good to me
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| It may be a lie
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| But I’m tired
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| And I’m right about ready to shout «No soul, no no!»
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| Rain, rain for a while
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| Oh no, rain, rain for a while
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| 'Cause on your front porch is a letter from me
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| Revealing my own hell
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| So I change when the time is right
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| The right time’s always few and far below
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| The right time is always wondering where to go
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| What to show
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| What to write about
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| And the world is on fire
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| And baby
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| It’s too good
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| I should not control my way to be
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| It’s plain to see, I’m gonna be
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| 'Cause I’m right about ready to shout «No soul, no no!»
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| Rain, rain for a while
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| Oh no
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| Rain for a while
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| Rain (oh ho ho ho ho hoh ho ho)
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| Oh no
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| Rain, rain for awhile
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| Oh no
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| Rain, rain for awhile
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| Because on your front porch there’s a letter from me
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| And the world is a girl in a beauty form
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| And a raise is a play where it’s singled out
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| Out
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| So believe in yourself
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| Don’t wait for ground to break
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| Don’t wait for ground
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| It’s ok to feel alone
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| It’s ok to feel not strong
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| Once in a while
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| Because I keep telling myself what to feel
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| I play make believe until it’s real
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| Oh, most of the time
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| Because time was never too friendly to me
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| Somehow change just avoided to greet me
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| No, completely
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| And so when reality’s taken its toll
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| Just pretend that you are not in control
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| No complacency
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| Oh, oh, oh
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| And so know
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| It’s okay feel alone
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| It’s okay to feel not strong
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| Oh once in a while |