Crystal is distant, those eyes that disarm me are sadder, madder and rare. Pendants of gilt, hanging, pleading for light, are now lost in a voyeurs despair. How can the world with this century turning be bold and suddenly care? Just like the rain falling in summer, you are the rain falling on me. Bend me and shake me, thrill and forsake me, I'll travel, borrow or climb. Someone will call you to follow and then lose you in shadows, where hypocrites lie. All of the love in the world is now over, clouds are filling our minds. Just like the rain falling in summer, you are the rain falling on me. Just like the rain falling in summer, we are the rain falling for you.
