Rain drops fall like glistening diamonds
falling from a cloud
that has a silver lining made by passing time
Chorus: I know I'm not just had a smoke
not been strike by lightning struggle
let it thunder let it whistle let it howl
like Helen note would lickering (dear father)
For my states of mind
it needs of no reparing (is find if been discovered)
Yesterday was paint in gray
and I found that no reliable way
and knowing what tomorrow's colours might bring
While head surround me turn and twist
and situation that don't exist
let it thunder let it whistle let it howl
like Helen note where it might dim
For my states of mind needs of no defining
I've just told a fairy story of lost and love
and seeking glory
and listen to the music's children smile
Chorus ( )
