It's about the raindrops
They keep on falling and falling down
Pouring and pouring
It's about the raindrops
They keep on falling and falling down
Down, down
Falling and falling down
Falling, falling down
Falling and falling down
Falling, falling, falling
Falling down, falling down
Falling, falling down
Falling down, falling down
Falling, falling, falling
The clouds are thickening and I smell the scent of sin
I spy grey skies
The clouds are thickening and I smell the scent of sin
I spy grey skies
Grey skies, grey skies
Falling, falling down
Falling, falling down
Falling down, falling down
Falling, falling, falling.
