Well I was out in my four door With the top down. And I looked up and there they were: Millions of tiny teardrops Just sort of hanging there And I didn't know whether to laugh or cry And I said to myself: What next big sky?
Skies are crying, I am watching, Catching teardrops in my hands. Only silence, as it's ending, Like we never had a chance. Do you have to make me feel Like there's nothing left of me?