It's raining on the outside
Of the stained glass windows,
Looking for an entrance,
Knocking as the wind blows,
Don't let it in, don't let it in.

As the sun comes up,
Creeping over the hill tops,
Making its way,
And drying up all the raindrops,
Soak it in, bask in the sunlight,
Take it in quickly,
Before the night arrives,
Lets wait it out till morning,
Lets wait it out till morning,
It's raining down, it's raining down.

Don't stare into the false corneas,
The fall angel,
Lurking in an unchaste world.
We don't have much time,
It's raining down, It's raining down.

Do they know not what they do?
They burry their heads into their hands,
to hid their face from you.

It's raining down, it's raining down.
 


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