Met a girl in science class some day

she told me ´bout her life and why she didn´t stay

in her hometown where she´d spend most of her life

she didn´t want to end as the milkman´s wife



Rain will free your lies,

rain gonna wash it away

need raininside your mind,

rain to wash away the pain



met a boy on the street the other day

he tried to sell his life well in the end this doesn´t pay

when he spoke of freedom and of truth

he tried to smile still but there was nothing but a gloomy mood



Rain...



Entangled on the way,

built the house on quicksand

guess who not me,

he´s only tryin´ to get off the path

she went he tried over and over



met a girl who tried to be like me

so much that she can´t see