I creep out like a missing pantaloon The clouds are high The sun is burning An the old man in the moon Disappeared in the sky
I'm on the heavens journey With paste on wings Fly over the clouds and the grounds Like a birdy in the spring
I have two possibilities for the fall The sun burns my wings Or the rain will fall I have two possibilities for it all The sun burns my heart Or the rain fills the dark
Now it's written in the clouds That the rain will fall The rain will fall