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...