I hate the way they spit out their words
They dont realize each one hurts
like a knife to the back, a silent attack
or a bat to the face, left to feel like a disgrace
Maybe when the rain falls
everyone will understand
what it's like to be
under pressure, like me
no shooting stars will save us now
it's like time has stopped somehow
but if the rain falls
you'll hear a voice call
and you might understand
In the distance you might hear
that all sounds have disappeared
no voices in the air
that used to be there
Maybe when the rain falls
everyone will understand
what it's like to be
under pressure, like me
no shooting stars will save us now
it's like time has stopped somehow
but if the rain falls
you'll hear a voice call
and you might understand
In the shadows there's a scream
you almost wish it was a dream
no nightmares, not a fight
not bloody red, but black and white
But, maybe if the rain falls
everyone will understand
Maybe .. but no one will understand.
They won't know what its like to be
under pressure, just like me
shooting stars cant save me now
time wont just stop somehow
so, if the rain falls
listen for the voice to call
and try to understand...