Why is there never a rainbow- in the sky,
Whenever it is, that you're about to cry,
Those clouds only bring pain,
When it's about to rain,
Loney as the drops that fall- on your window pane.

The music that falls, it aches in your bones,
You can feel it deep down in the drowning tones-
A call calling you home-
A hollowing echo of love,
A trapped little mourning dove

All the colors have washed away,
When the rainbow dissipates,
Out of jealousy or perhaps it's fate-
The clouds that storm- left you feeling this way,
Even the sun has ran away

Why is there never a rainbow- in the sky,
Whenever it is, that you're about to cry,
A trapped little mourning dove,
A hollowing echo of love,
You've lost your fighting gloves

Only pitter-patters echo your pain,
As it dances along your windowpane,
Whenever it rains,
Music that aches in your bones,
You can feel it deep down in the drowning tones-
A call calling you home-
A hollowing echo of love,
A trapped little mourning dove