i felt the rain roll in just like i knew it would
it sounds like secrets on my window panes
and the rain falls down

nights like these i’m not entirely sure that summer’s gonna come
and i wear the clouds like a cloak and i wear the rain on my face
going home doesn’t really feel like home anymore
there’s just too much that’s changed

but i can still feel the rain before it comes
so maybe some things stay the same
there are many things that I’d like you to know
but i’ll let the rain stop first
it sounds like secrets but it has this way
of drowning out the most important words

and if the rain never does decide to stop i guess i’ll just leave again
because there’s no use in trying to speak above the rain
it’s too loud for both of us

and the rain falls down
it turns everything to rust
and still we try to speak above the rain
a vain pursuit for love’s sake
for when we try to speak above the rain
we miss the secrets that it tells