Words by Thomas Coffey
Look through the people who stare at the face
Hands on the numbers that cause them to race
Searching for something, a stolen name
Greeding for wealth success and fame
Well it rains...
The bells are ringing they ring no more
Deep down they left a scar so raw
Walking along this ladder track
One step forward and another one back
Well it rains... always rains on me
Me myself and I
We look up to the grey sky
Ask the question, the question why
Why do the clouds break down
Breakdown breakdown
And cry
Well it rains...
Hopes and dreams they hang on the line
For the draining wind to blow them dry
Why do people speak through muffled masks
Why don't people speak from the heart
We built an empire from crumbling sand
Washed away by nature's hand
Cut down all the trees to make one chair
Oh so comfortable you show no care.
