The sky gets dark after a rainy day,
there is where my heart starts to sigh.
I remember the afternoon of our good-by,
'cause it was a day like this, that I will never forget.
That's why when it rains, memories come upon me,
and sadly I wait for the horrible darkness.
The tears of the soul, are just like this rain,
the night with its mantel will have its clear day.
Sunken in lethargy the reasoning implores
that our sky would clear, and would be happy again.
That's why when it rains, memories come upon me,
and sadly I wait for the horrible darkness.
The tears of the soul, are just like this rain,
the night with its mantel will have its clear day.
Sunken in lethargy the reasoning implores
that our sky would clear, and would be happy again.
That's why when it rains, memories come upon me,
and sadly I wait for the horrible darkness.
The tears of the soul, are just like this rain,
the night with its mantel will have its clear day.