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