The sky pours painful tears
Every night, the moon leers
Against the starry skies full of fear
I can feel that the end is near
The striking streets streaming with rain
And the foolish fiends dancing through the pain
As the weary waters tame
They become no longer sane
I hide under the window
Avoiding the eerie eyes of the sorrow
That fill the strobing streets until tomorrow
For tomorrow is when grow hollow