Raindrops

Little raindrops on my head
keeping me down
as I´m walking on the backstreet
of the town
people passing by
thunders in the sky
the trembling of the street
merging into beat

Little teardrops in your eyes
fall to the ground
and sometimes when you do
you make a sound
sorrow is the score
it´s knocking at your door
you can let it in
and you can keep it out

The rain on your window
is a part of it all
a part of you
a piece of the rainbow belongs to you
and look at the fire growing high
soon it´s gonna die
but does it ever really die