Once a week
Every week
The people here are quiet
And the sky is empty.
The sun tries to rise,
But it’s as lazy as the quiet people.
So the quiet people
Try to ignore the empty sky
Because it makes them feel gray.
The clouds try to show the sun
They rush in; and fill the vacant sky;
But they aren’t what the quiet people want to see
So the quiet people go back to sleep;
They’re exhausted anyway
Nothing new will be made today.
Soon cold droplets will fall
From the unwanted clouds
And cascade down, exploding
No one sees the eager drops floating
Down, down, down
Rain falls as people crawl back to bed.
No one is out today
No umbrellas speckle the streets
No rain patters against raincoats
It's merely a Sunday,
Where nobody actually expects to see the sun.
Every week
The people here are quiet
And the sky is empty.
The sun tries to rise,
But it’s as lazy as the quiet people.
So the quiet people
Try to ignore the empty sky
Because it makes them feel gray.
The clouds try to show the sun
They rush in; and fill the vacant sky;
But they aren’t what the quiet people want to see
So the quiet people go back to sleep;
They’re exhausted anyway
Nothing new will be made today.
Soon cold droplets will fall
From the unwanted clouds
And cascade down, exploding
No one sees the eager drops floating
Down, down, down
Rain falls as people crawl back to bed.
No one is out today
No umbrellas speckle the streets
No rain patters against raincoats
It's merely a Sunday,
Where nobody actually expects to see the sun.