Drip... Drip... Patter on the ground. There's a hole in the seams of your quilt. A fountain from the sky Passing by, you weep. We don't always notice you but we're sorry when you're sad.
Night has come, it's stars and moon, and silence fall upon. The roads are bare, and windows glare, the street lights all turn on. Too long 'till dawn, I start to yawn, images fill my head.