just another day with not enough hours
just another way to lose yourself again
all your time is spent in a frantic search for youth
all the tears you’ve wept and all the years you lose
so I pull up my sleeves and I face the rain
even though I’ve failed I do not feel ashamed
why do we all run if we think we’ve lost ourselves
out from the storm, out from where we dwell
touched by fate to tell with all your words betrayed
all your cards were dealt loser and in stone
punish the mighty and rule your wicked self
all your mockery is a story your hatred tells
so I pull up my sleeves and I face the rain
even though I’ve failed I do not feel ashamed
why do we all run if we think we’ve lost ourselves
out from the storm, out from where we dwell
can anyone hear me cry for rain
can anyone see me hide my shame
can anyone hear me cry for rain
can anyone take away my pain
so I pull up my sleeves and I face the rain
even though I’ve failed I do not feel ashamed
why do we all run if we think we’ve lost ourselves
out from the storm, out from where we dwell