The search of the door, to open your mind In search of the cure of mankind Help us were drowning So close up inside Why does it rain, rain, rain down on utopia? Why does it have to kill the idea of who we are? Why does it rain, rain, rain down on utopia? How will the lights die down, telling us who we are?
Im searching for Answers, not given for free your hurting inside, is there life within me?
You’re holding my hand but you don’t understand So you’re taking the road all alone in the end Im dreaming in colors, no boundaries are there
Im dreaming the dream, and Ill sing to share In search of the door, to open your mind In search of the cure of mankind Help us were drowning So close up inside Why does it rain, rain, rain down on utopia Why does it have to kill the idea of who we are? Why does it rain, rain, rain, down on utopia? And when the lights die down, telling us who we are
Why does it rain, rain, rain down on utopia Why does it have to kill the idea of who we are? Why does it rain, rain, rain down on utopia And when the lights die down, telling us who we are Why does it rain?