I don't feel a thing, and I stopped remembering.

The days are just like moments turned to hours.

Mother used to say, "If you want you'll find a way."

Bet mother never danced through fire shower.



Walk in the rain... in the rain... in the rain...

I walk in the rain... in the rain

Is it right or is it wrong?

And is it here that I belong?



I don't hear a sound. Silent faces on the ground.

The quiet screams, but I refused to listen.

If there is a hell, I'm sure this is how it smells.

I wish this were a dream; but, no, it isn't.



Walk in the rain... in the rain... in the rain...

I walk in the rain... in the rain

Is it right or is it wrong?

And is it here that I belong?



Walk in the rain... in the rain... in the rain...

I walk in the rain... in the rain

Why do I feel so alone?

For some reason I think I'm home...