When I see fire and rain,
I know loss and pain;
In the pattering of drops on my window pane,
I hear the rhythm of the rain;
Raindrops keep falling on my head
As I catch a glimpse of the rain, the park,
and other things...
Suddenly I turn around and he's gone
I creep lonely to bed, quiet as a mouse,
Living in my rainy night house
Yet raindrops still fall, mixed with teardrops,
From my eyes,
Sundering binding ties