It's about the raindrops
They keep on falling and falling down
Pouring and pouring

It's about the raindrops
They keep on falling and falling down
Down, down

Falling and falling down
Falling, falling down
Falling and falling down

Falling, falling, falling
Falling down, falling down
Falling, falling down

Falling down, falling down
Falling, falling, falling


The clouds are thickening and I smell the scent of sin
I spy grey skies
The clouds are thickening and I smell the scent of sin

I spy grey skies
Grey skies, grey skies


Falling, falling down
Falling, falling down
Falling down, falling down

Falling, falling, falling.