,
,
,
,
,
one day when we’re older
,
this might come clear
.
looking over my shoulder when nothing’s there at all
.
i made mountains of molehills and lingered in them for hours
.
and when the moment was over
,
i tried to find a universe so small
.
(
a universe so small
)
sometimes i don’t know who i am now
.
sometimes i hardly know my name
.
i’ve got an eye to the future and an ear to the ground now
,
but baby
,
men like me are mostly made of rain
,
i am the rain
.
we walked on the rooftops
,
and saw the people below us
.
and thinking they were alone there
,
they laid their conscience clean
.
not wanting to eavesdrop
,
we shuffled into the shadows
.
and climbing down from the top
,
i saw windows like a thousand eyes at night
.
their eyes were full of light
.
sometimes i don’t know who i am now
.
sometimes i hardly know my name
.
i’ve got an eye to the future and an ear to the ground now
,
but baby
,
men like me are mostly made of rain
,
i am the rain
.
when i wake
,
i will turn and face the sun
.
when i wake up
,
i will turn to face the sun
.
(
wake up
)
when i
(
wake up
)
wake
,
(
someday
)
i will
(
maybe
)
turn to face the sun
.
(
wake up
)
when i
(
wake up
)
wake up
,
(
someday
)
i will
(
someday I will wake
)
turn to face it
.